At last we have a sign for our magnificent allotment plot!
You might not believe it from this photo but it has been a beautiful day…. Within a few minutes of starting to dig, I was in short sleeves and was wondering about suntan lotion. To make the day even better, a few of my neighbours came to work on their plots too, so there were plenty of opportunities to put my spade down and chat.
This morning I had learned that the allotment was on top of another coal mine and this came up in conversation again when I got there. Apparently, the coal at this point in Leeds is more or less at the surface, whereas where I live it is about 400 metres underground. Also, whereas the mine shafts under my house have been properly sealed, the ones under the allotment might very well have simply been filled with junk.
Not to worry – the upside of this is that the council is unlikely to see this as an attractive site to sell off for housing, which could potentially happen in other places if councils are pressed for cash.
Talking of money, I saved myself a bit today by emptying the compost bin I use for finishing off and took that up to Wonder World to feed the rhubarb. It doesn’t go far but, whatever might be said about manure, a gentleman with a mountain of it further up the field is hoping to sell it for peanuts, so I won’t have to walk far, should the desire for some grip me. Mmmm…..
© Helen Butt, February 2014