On our walk into town we have to go pass the local allotments and I always admit to having a little sigh as we do.
How romantic would it be to grow your own fruit and vegetables and perhaps the odd cut flower on an allotment, especially when Evesham is renowned for being the Garden of England. I think everything would grow to be absolutely mahooooooosive, brussel sprouts would probably turn out to be as big as cabbages, three foot long carrots would be the norm and as for marrows, well, who knows?
However, romantic notions do not ploughs and harrows make, so in the end I thinks it’s best that cloches, chitting and hardening off remain a mystery to me. Allotments are a responsibility, so perhaps in the end sharing a communal garden and just watching others do said tilling, ploughing and harrowing would suit me best, especially when sat sitting in a deckchair with a cup of tea and a couple of chocolate hob nobs.