This is our new blog. I will mainly be updating it, with regular interceptions from the junior gardener and the destructive canine.
I thought I should explain the story so far. We don’t get our hands on the allotment until September, but we are counting down. We have already made some covert trips to the plot, tried to measure it by paces, and scribbled copious plans (which are currently lying all over the house).
A little about the plot we’re due to inherit. It is happily situated in the corner of an allotment field in a village in Devon, where we live. We are very fortunate to be inheriting this plot (despite the weeds) since it comes complete with its own corner gate, and a splendid car-port (ahem), even if this is presently inhabited by a rusty trailer and other junk.
The plot is on a south-facing slope. It is also subjected to a LOT of wind, and I’m not talking about the other plot-holders. It commands fantastic views (especially in winter) across the valley. There’s no water or electricity, but there is a chestnut-coloured horse living in the field behind our plot. I have no idea how these factors might contribute to or hinder our success, but they will definitely be blamed for all our failures.
