That’s all, folks

Dear Allotment, It's over. Cheers for all those carrots (especially the purple ones) the beans, the courgettes, the courgettes, the courgettes, the beetroot (that D only ate because it made her wee turn red) the amazing pumpkins, the aubergines (that never really worked) the peppers, tomatoes, sweetcorn, spinach, strawberries … [Read more...]

Letter from the heart

Dear A, I'm sorry we haven't seen each other for so long. I know we've had our differences but I don't want it to end this way. It's not you, it's me. Sometimes things just come between us - you know; time, work, kids, weather. I just want you to know I still care about you and I still want you to be part of my life. It's not … [Read more...]

It’s the taking part that counts

It’s the highlight of the allotment calendar. The annual Vegetable Growing Competition, where fifty or so green-fingered pensioners try to outdo each other with their perfect parsnips and magnificent marrows.  And I just try to find something which hasn’t been molested by slugs or children. If it was a novelty competition, … [Read more...]

losing the plot in April

It was always going to be a challenge - three kids and an allotment. Not to mention the vagaries of the Spring weather and the general, well, Italianess of Unhusband. As usual for April, the only real success so far is the rhubarb, which is sprouting faster than I can in drench it in caster sugar. But I can't take much credit … [Read more...]

losing the plot on the plot

When I mention I’ve got an allotment, people often assume I’m some kind of kaftan-wearing vegan earth-mother, whose kids have never tasted Haribo. Yeah, right. In reality, we just don’t have space for a veg patch at home. One day we might move to the sticks (if Unhusband gets his own way) but until then, it’s an allotment in … [Read more...]