I wandered around the allotment this evening admiring the other plots. Some have not been touched this year and are an abandoned mess of weeds. One plot has the neatest rows of earthed-up potatoes that I have ever seen. Another is artistic with lavender and fancy paving. Each one is an expression of their owners.
The best plot of them all though must belong to Alf who is inclined to spend much of his time sitting on a portable chair admiring his pristine garden. Vegetables are sprouting up everywhere but there is not a weed to be seen.
It has been noted though that Alf never seems to do anything in his garden. Whilst everyone is toiling away he just sits there with his flat-cap slung low over his eyes dreaming away. Perhaps he takes up his hoe in the night when everyone has gone home? It is a complete mystery to us all.
Our plot continues to flourish and we have planted out the tomatoes, courgettes and beans. There seems little in the way of frosts on the horizon but I have a sheet of fleece ready just in case.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we continue to live on a diet of radishes!