The Beginning

I guess this story begins when I moved into my house last year. I had my very own garden for the first time. It isn't a very big garden, a deck, a path, a paved bit and a lawn but once the inside of the house was sorted I soon started having hopes to grow a little veg, some flowers, and of making it a nice and productive space. 

Not all of my hopes matched my partners, and by that I mean he didn't want to grow veg in the garden, not even the most ornamental of specimens. He had plans for some flower beds with shrubs, no veg, not even any big flowers so I would have to find another way to satisfy my craving to grow veg. 

Soon I found out that my step day was looking to get a allotment and not long after that it was decided that we would get one together. He was on a waiting list for a plot in a village a few miles away but not having a car at the time I talked him onto letting me look for one closer to home. Some research and an email later we has an appointment to meet a guy about a plot just round the corner. 

The location was just right, not far from either of our homes. I could walk there easily, even pop in on my way home from work, with a slight devour. The plot its self was better than expected, I had fears that if would be a mess but the plot we where offered was basically a lawn with a tree on in.

This picture shows it on my first visit, my stepdad had already been along and had a little tidy and a bonfire that can be seen. 

Its not a very big plot, only 3 rods, but its enough. More so as we have my stepdads garden to play with too, my mother was not at all bothered to give the whole garden over to veggies. 

The little apple tree in the middle is just darling. There are trees available to rent on the allotment, and next year we are thinking of renting a couple but it was a bit of a bonus to have a mini one our plot.

Well that was Easter (2016) and we have got plenty done. Its been hard work, and we haven't reaped much veg so far, but we knew that was going to be the case having started so late in the year. Time sped by and soon it was too dry to dig, slugs ate lots, brambles invaded, and more.

Today I decide I want to record our efforts, experiments, successes and failures. For my self to look back on and maybe even for others to look at, even if all they gain is comfort from seeing our shared pains along the way.