Let me just set the scene, after moving to Bristol only a couple of years ago, Andrew and I buy our first home, which is a deshevelled 1900s cottage needing lots of work. We also start to think about working on the garden, plus I start a card making hobby/business to help make some pennies and give me a creative outlet. We both have full time jobs which often push our work hours above the standard 9-5. So the logical thing to do on top of all of this…
I signed up for an allotment in the village. Yes.
I have no experience of any real gardening, everything I had learnt about plants came from listening intently from colleagues when I worked on BBC’s Gardeners’ World or from my parents, and yet I took on an allotment.
Ok, so it isn’t huge (about 80 square metres), it’s much smaller than most on the site, but it was very overgrown. It certainly was a challenge for someone with very little spare time. Call me crazy, but I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have my own allotment.
There is something wonderful about the thought of growing your own food. I’m not expecting a vegetable miracle but it would be fantastic to be able to grow one successful crop. So that is the main reason I went ahead with the plot.
We haven’t had a lot of time to get down there and clear the brambles and mess so it was becoming a little overwhelming. But mum and I managed to spend the whole day there last Saturday. We cleared all of the brambles and dying fruit bushes and turned over a nice area for me to start planting up.
I can breathe a sigh of relief now that I actually have made a start on the allotment and we can think about what we want to grow.
Keep posted for more updates on the ‘other project’.