Last year we were lucky enough to be given an allotment plot, which we can see from our flat. The dream, right? But I’m ashamed to admit we didn’t really do much with it. The timing wasn’t on our side, Lenny was just that little bit too little, I had just started back at work and it was massively overgrown and simply just too overwhelming for us. We’d heard of people being on allotment waiting lists for years, so we really hadn’t expected to find ourselves with our own bit of land after just 6 months!
Fast forward to two weeks ago and a NOTICE TO REMEDY from the council – stating that we weren’t sticking to our side of the agreement and giving us 14 days to sort our shit out. We knew we’d regret it if we gave it up, so out came the gardening gloves and we showed that plot who was boss. We are completely clueless but armed with a few books and the knowledge of our helpful allotment neighbours we are hoping to muddle along enough that we start to learn something about this growing stuff malarkey.
Lenny is really loving pottering about but doesn’t really understand why he can’t play in the other beautifully kept allotments. But he’ll get it and so far he’s not minded (too much) the few times he’s face-planted the nettles!
I’m planning to keep a record here of our progress, what we learn and of course pictures. For those of you missing my baking, please bear with me I’m hoping the ‘Fruits of our labour’ will inspire my love of baking once more and get me out of my funk of only baking the tried and very well tested.
In the meantime here is a couple of before and now shots.