Oh, it's such fun working with the local council setting up a new allotment. At the beginning of July I had the best part of a hundred leek seedlings crying out to be transplanted into a new home where they could prosper. Two days ago the council finally got round to marking out the plots! Could it have been something to do with the fact that the new allotment holders were scheduled to meet with the sponsoring councillor that very evening?
So yesterday was spent with a hoe weeding the plot. At least, I think it's my plot. It's hard to tell when all you've got to go by are a few small stakes which are lying around and some chalk marks which really don't like the rain. Anyway, I think I've hoed the right part. If not, possession is nine tenths of the law and I'll demand recompense, especially if I have to uproot the sixty leeks which went in today, about two months too late
(grrrrrr).
The good news is there's a field of horses just down the road from the allotments with a sign outside saying 'Free Horse Manure'. It'll take a while for it to rot down but I've started banking my first deposits. Or rather, they're not
my first deposits but... oh, you know what I mean
.