To the allotment! …on Sunday morning. I had one task: mow the verges. Phew, the CRAZY world of rock ‘n’ roll, etc. We are under strict instructions as part of our tenancy agreement to keep the verges looking neat and tidy. So what if the rest of the plot looks like a farmyard? Fines have been threatened unless I trim my edges.
The only issue is that there is no electricity on site. Petrol lawn mowers are available to hire. Nice little cash cow going off there. Not to be sucked into the mini eco-capitalist system, I went out and spunked some money on a battery operated little mower. What could go wrong?
Erm, the battery lost its charge after I headed up to the allotment the day before, and managed about two minutes of mowing. Oh dear.
No worries. A full charge overnight, and I was all set for, oh, five more minutes of mowing. The mower worked a dream this time. I even attempted to add in some football pitch style stripes, y’know, just to please the Grass Verge Border Police.
Job’s a good ‘un.
Elsewhere and I noticed a gathering of poppies have started to grow around the patch. I think I’ll leave the in. They add in a half decent colour palette to all the green goodness growing around them.
Some bench planning also took place. A garden bench with secure storage for tools underneath has been ordered. That will at least take up a small section of the KING SIZE allotment, and is one less thing to worry about when it comes to growing decisions.
A fly past of sorts took place up above, in what looked like a mini-airshow. The nearby wicket of Wivenhoe Town was being rolled. It was rather windy for the Sunday XI. Rowing for later in the day had already been cancelled. I got to use the compostable toilet.
#allotmentlife
