Gardening

I had a late night trip to the lotty this week to deliver a load of compost bins that I’d managed to scavenge from my block of flats. It was interesting seeing the site in the middle of the night. I had to use my high power halogen torch to find my plot but...
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In the end I had a very successful weekend down the allotment, thanks to the weather and a distinct lack of a social life. I turned up around Saturday lunchtime and became almost irreversibly melancholic as it seemed the previous weeks’ hard work had been wiped out by the irrepressible couch grass invasion. Damn...
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The Great North Run travel arrangements put paid to all plans for allotment labouring this weekend but I was able to do a reccy of some East Yorkshire plots and pick up more veg growing tips. I think my dad was having payback thoughts after all the hard work he did on my allotment...
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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...
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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...
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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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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...
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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...
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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...
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