So, I’ve started selling my fishing gear. I want some new wheels for my bike, and selling my rods will help fund them.
It was with a heavy heart that I handed some of the gear to a chap at work today. I’ve had some good times with those rod and reels, and caught a few decent fish. But at the end of the day, I’ve hardly wet a line since the little guy was born.
I felt the inevitable guilt that comes with not doing something you used to love. We can’t do everything, and truth be told I went right off standing in the cold and rain for little reward, but I’m still sad that I haven’t been fishing much over the last 18 months.
This week, I’ve been harvesting leeks from my veg patch, and I’ve realised something: I really don’t appreciate leeks as much as I should.
I don’t know why it has taken me so long to realise how absolutely awesome the humble leek is. From the start of my allotment adventure I’ve grown them, but for some reason I’ve never sung their praises like other veg.
I’ve just sort of sowed them, grew them and ate them.
However, no more is this to be the case.
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This time last week, I was talking up the virtues of doing nothing on the plot during November, and how much I enjoy kicking back for a few weeks once the clocks change.
Of course, there are still plenty of jobs you can be doing. One thing I like about this time of year is that none of the important winter jobs need take long. You’ve got a couple of months to get them done, so they can be completed at the plotholder’s leisure. Just how I like it.