In the darkest hour of the night I have lain awake, searching for the perfect allotment. In my mind I have created the Garden of Eden. In my dreams, I have sat in the doorway of my shed on a summer’s evening, Pimms in hand as I survey my fertile land, watching my vegetable children burst from their muddy beds, vying for my attention as they eagerly whisper ‘Pick me, pick me!’
I’ve mused long and hard on how to get the best from my newly acquired land; I’ve studied the sun, watched the shadows fall, considered from where the wind blows and to where the rainwater runs. But in the end, for me, it comes down to this:
- What veg do we enjoy most?
- What have I not grown before and fancy having a go at?
I’ll plant, see what takes and reassess at the end of the season bearing in mind I don’t know what grew in the plot previously and haven’t got a clue how the soil will respond to my efforts. I’m sure as I put plan to soil it will evolve and change. Some ideas will get lost on this journey whilst new inspiration will be discovered along the way.
‘But Ade!’ I hear you cry, ‘What about a summer salad?’ Fear not my friends, the much-loved salad leaf, tomato and cucumber will continue to grow in the back garden, along with our herbs and berries. You’re getting to know a man who can never refuse a cheeky Ploughman’s (complete with salad garnish!) and I need these trusty fellows close by.