I’ve always loved gardening; my earliest memories are of ‘helping’ grandad in his garden and being amazed every year at the size of the tomato plants he grew on top of the coal bunker. The smell of tomato plants brings back that memory.
I outgrew our postage stamp back garden in 2004 and added my name to the waiting list for an allotment. In winter 2005, I was offered plot 34 and it was my bit of heaven for 10 years. I’d still be there but for the avaricious Duke of Northumberland who believes the land is better with 120 flats rather than 37 plots.
The on-going story is my move to another allotment site and the taming of plot 48.
Allotment Life 