Well today was a bit of a stinker and no mistake, the type of Sabbath which might drive Alan Partridge to exclaim "Sunday, bloody Sunday!" Not only did the mackems dole yet out another dose of misery to those of a black and white persuasion, but it looks very much like scenes such as the one above may soon be consigned to the scrapbook. We popped down to the plot to find a couple of notices saying that the Freemen of the City are now minded to shut the allotments down.
There have been all sorts of less-than-optimistic rumblings about the future of the site for some time now, not to mention the lunacy of a long, drawn out campaign of vandalism, so this doesn't really come as a surprise. Nonetheless, it's a massive shame for everyone who has invested so much time, effort, frustration and joy into the bits of land that make up the plots. We've been here three and a half years now, and wandering round our scruffy but productive patch today I thought about how long it took us to knock the thing into shape, get rid of a forest of weeds, fight running battles with bindweed and then start to reap the rewards of a steady stream of veg. Some people have had their plots for decades.
|One of the final harvests?|
As for us, we'll be looking to get our names onto the waiting list elsewhere I think. Starting from scratch on another site will be an unwanted slog. I doubt we'll wind up with a patch in anything like the nick of the one it looks like we'll be forced to abandon. If we don't get somewhere soon we'll be growing bits and bobs in the garden. In the meantime, it looks like this blog is about to get even more restauranty and even less allotmenty!
So, grim tidings out the way, let me tell you why we were there in the first place. We're off to Scotland, to my parents place, for Christmas and we've promised to supply the parsnips. These were the first we'd dug this year, and, as in the past, they've done pretty great. The usual assortment of weird shapes and multiple tap-roots were joined by the odd one that looked just about good enough for the show-bench.