So, I signed up for an allotment earlier this year.
Thanks to delays getting it prepped, I didn’t get my hands on it until the weekend before Easter, when I was going to London to visit friends. Then there was Easter itself, when I travelled North to visit family. Then I got a stomach bug (apparently all the rage), which wiped me out.
So I’ve managed three visits to it since handing over a cheque – in the middle of what should be the planting season.
It’s big. Around 120-feet-long big. About a tenth of that wide. And it’s been ‘fallow’ for three years, for which I think we can read ‘neglected’. It was ploughed and rotivated before I got my hands on it, but that mostly means they’ve buried and broken up the weed mat and roots that were on the surface. Still, I’ve found evidence of dandelion, bindweed, docken, nettle and some sort of really persistent grass with long, tough, wiry roots.
And parsnips. I think we can say that the previous tenant really liked parsnips.
This thing is going to be a challenge. Still, the potatoes are in.