Put Them To Bed

This weekend, the clocks went forward an hour as we officially stepped into spring. To celebrate, the sun shone, jumpers came off, and t-shirts were worn on the allotment. Surrounded by a sea of pasty white allotment skin and reddening cheeks, the british gardener never looked so glorious.  Continue reading “Put Them To Bed”


Chitting Hell

If you were a spud on my plot last summer, then 2016 was not a good year for you. Due to some neglected plots next to ours, my second earlies were decimated by invading critters. Over one weekend they reduced the plants to stubs, killing most of my crop. Continue reading “Chitting Hell”