I’ve been feeling quite rough for a few weeks, either with a continuous viral infection or an unrelenting assault by several. I even put off going to my beloved allotment on Friday due to all the aches and discomfort. Then yesterday the sun was out and I forced myself out the door….
I did want to plant the second of my asparagus crowns and collect a few of the last tenants’ leeks, so achieved both of those. Perhaps just as importantly we ventured out to the local corner shop, so all we need now is the installation of the toilet on the allotment and it will be home-from-home.
At the moment, the plot is divided into my half and an undesignated half, which can’t really be rented out because a large part of the plot is taken up with a massive tree stump. The allotment committee plans to get a digger in to removed it but there are no guarantees.
I hope the latter will be the case as the unused space at the back of my plot is like having an extra garden, recreational space for my daughter to play in when she needs a break from the plot. She certainly enjoyed herself yesterday, climbing on the stump and discovering some holly:
And when we got home, I crashed out. Two hours’ sleep …. and then the pain had gone. Thank you allotment, I’ll be visiting you more often!
Where is your favourite place to recuperate?
© Helen Butt, January 2014