How can I remember to take the camera with me every time I visit the allotment? It doesn’t pop into my head until we’re surveying our work, and then I think, “Oh it would be great to take a photo of this to put on the blog.” I know, I’ll get into the habit of it eventually.
It was just Julie ND and myself on Sunday. Rain during the week meant that the soil worked differently this week, but it appears the drainage on our plot is very good, much better than those nearer the little stream that runs through the allotment site. We chatted some of the time as we tackled the bindwind and at other times there was a healthy, comfortable silence. We were aiming to dig another row, with a view to getting some spuds in when they are chitted.
After about an hour or so, we wandered down to the clubhouse and marvelled at how well equiped it was as we made our cups of tea. I recalled my visit to the site last May, before I’d even put my name down on the waiting list. It was the Open Day, and there was a small bouncy castle, various raffles, tombolas (should that be tombolae) as well as refreshments, including a barbecue. Needless to say, it was raining, a curious constrast to later on in the year when the hosepipe ban was brought in.
On our way back to the plot, Julie ND stopped to talk to a couple working their plot next to the shop, asking them about scaffolding boards to act as raised bed borders. I nipped to use the marvellous facilities (Pooh Corner) and when I came out I discovered we had been offered some ready made, hinged borders, to help start off the plot. We carried them up the gentle slope to our plot and put them in place.
We felt amazingly lucky, although it’s often about striking up conversations and asking around.
I am a tiny bit envious when I read this. Please do remember your camera next time as photos really do make such a difference. Happy digging!
Sorry, Flighty, I will remember next time!