Rach and I spent the PM at the allotment. We took over one of those rubbish bin fire thingies.. which the previous occupants of our house kindly left us. Rach soon had it roaring away, and fed it with the several large piles of brambles and other combustibles. I scurried around making piles of said brambles.
The allotment is a very friendly place. It’s almost as if when there, people are expecting a chat. I learnt about Ron (2 plots down), who’s 92 and now needs a bit of help on his plot. Some kindly gentleman was doing that. Our Neighbour (plot, not house) turned up. They favour raised beds and seem to be trying to build an Ark on their plot. Well, maybe a barge. “Lot’s of drilling” as one other lady pointed out. We discussed mutual path making in the spring (membrane and wood chip). And still the fire roared on.
We stayed until it was proper dusky (not a racial reference), and the glow of the fire was appealing indeed. Ouch. Yup, there’s the stinging eyes. Appealing enough to peer in, stupid enough to get caught in the smoke.
Another day’s digging and the plot will be almost back to a ‘blank canvas’ ready for 2014 planting. We took a barrow load of rubbish off site – it will need to be taken to the ‘recycling centre’ AKA dump. Amazing how much rubbish we found.
Our neighbour Helen, I think, told us about how her grandfather used to be part of a ‘Pig Club’ whereby the community clubbed together to own a pig, and would let it roam on specific allotment sites or people’s gardens, and would be fed kitchen scraps and so on. I reckon a community pig would do well for us too. Maybe folks would worry it might escape and eat another plots plush vegetation (not a sexual reference)?
Next time I write, I’ll be aching a whole lot more – it’s dig up bramble roots. If anyone fancies a ludicrous amount of muscle generating exercise, let me know. hot soup, drinks and accommodation provided.