Allotment

We first began our allotment adventure, Mr Wilson and I on 7th March 2010. Having been on the waiting list for a Haringey allotment for a year and half of a three-year waiting list we’d almost given up hope of getting a plot. It wasn’t until after getting an email on no other that my birthday enquiring about our continuing interest in an allotment that our hopes perked. Roll forward a few months and we got the call. Yippee! So it was on a cold bright spring morning with the first tentative signs of spring in the air we were shown two neighbouring plots to choose from, 18a and 18b. Both overgrown and tangled in neglect. Of both plots it was to be 18a that captured our hearts. With an excited flash of eyes around the plots we was quick to notice a beautiful bed of strawberries sleeping under a blanket of weeds and a fabulous bank of what we were to find out to be a glorious thornless blackberries.

Best newcomers half-plot don't you know!

The very next day keen as mustard we turned up at the plot, rolling up our sleeves to get stuck in to the clearing up. It wasn’t long before we came across the rusty poles, carpet, tangled netting, and couch grass running rampant over sleeping beds.

Working full-time in central London we soon began yearning for the allotment, looking forward to spending our weekends down the plot, pining for it when away. The fresh air and just being outside has enriched our lives making us happier and healthier to boot. Giving us a sense of purpose and achievement. Though hard work at times and often all out knackering we got bitten by the allotment bug big time.

Although I’ve gardened before, Mr Wilson was  complete novice. I’ve always been a bit obsessed with gardening. My first memories are of running around our family garden, the bright colours, towering lupins and huge bell-like daffodils (that I drove my dad crazy picking and trampling all over them!) So I’ve grown up with gardening, learning at my father’s knee.

But living in London in a flat with no outside space, I’ve pined for growing things. So when we got our allotment we was over the moon! Finally somewhere to release my horticultural urges. Most of my gardening experience has been container gardening in restricted space mostly flowers with the odd dalliance with vegetables, the odd tomato here and there. So growing vegetables was quite a daunting prospect.

Gardening genes. Great Grandad Brown in his garden.

Gardening is in my genes, both my great grandfather and great great grandfather grew there own vegetables as passionate gardeners. Something I like to think I’m carrying on down the generations.

Great Great Grandfather and his garden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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