September 2007

End of Week One

September 23, 2007
End of Week One

My parents are heading back to Yorkshire today but we were up early enough to cram in a quick trip to the lotty. We needed to see if the shed contraption was still in existence and construct a brassica protecting cloche. Talking to a few locals on the site yesterday indicated that my biggest threat [...]

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Gothic Parents

September 22, 2007
Gothic Parents

We were up bright early to make the most of the late summer sunshine and to raid the allotment association shop of all its goodies. After directing mum to the worst heap of weeds seen outside of the amazonian rainforest, dad and I headed off in search of cheap sheds. We arrived back a couple [...]

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Yorkshire Belles

September 21, 2007
Yorkshire Belles

Yay! My parents are here and what better way of recovering from a 51/2 hour car journey than spending an afternoon, grafting on your daughters allotment? Check out the size of those monster cabbages!

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Day 3 – Firestarter

September 18, 2007
Day 3 - Firestarter

I’m not a particularly skilled arsonist, a heap of dried weed roots, decades old piles of the Evening Standard and the key ingredient – lighter fuel and a zippo. Still no flippin flames. I would be useless with the survivalists flint and tinder method. I did eventually get a hint of a flame but as [...]

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Day 2 – In a Bind

September 16, 2007
Day 2 - In a Bind

Ouch! My hamstrings have knotted up and my lower back is screaming out – all after a paltry 2 hours tugging with the relentless bindweed yesterday. I didn’t even start any digging, that joy was reserved for today. No wonder they say gardening is good exercise, I’m going to have to go a little easy [...]

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Day 1 – Unwrapping the Allotment

September 15, 2007
Day 1 - Unwrapping the Allotment

How exciting. I’ve been in London for about 5 years now and have finally reached the top of an allotment waiting list. I turned up at the site with a fresh pair of gardening gloves eagerly awaiting the unveiling of my specific plot. How high were the weeds going to be? Or was it possible [...]

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