Sometimes I Still Miss the Allotment
I gave up my allotment plot three months ago, but there are days when I still miss being down there.
Today was one of those days.
In the week, I found out that I could still use the allotment shop if I become an associate member. I popped in this morning, and for the princely sum of just £1.50 a year, I did just that. This was great news for me, as I used to enjoy my trips to the hut, picking up bits and bobs as I needed them. The shop is really convenient too, and all profits go back into the running of the allotments (I wrote a post about how much I loved the allotment shop back in 2011).
My associate membership gives me access to all the stock in the shop, including the cheap seeds that the hut buys through the DT Brown Garden Club scheme, as well as all the other useful stuff, like multipurpose compost.
Arguably more importantly, is The Knowledge. The milder weather has brought us all out of a slumber, and this morning the shop was busy. There was plenty of chatter and advice flying about, especially where the choice of seed potato was concerned.
After buying some potting compost, I picked up a few freebie surplus pots that were left by a plotholder. I was well happy with this, as I’m in need of more pots for the coming sowing season.
Best of all though, I picked up a dalek compost bin, left outside the shed with a Free to a Good Home sign. Gold dust.
The little patch of grass by the exit is veritable feast of giveaways, previously including excess plants, tools, produce and now a compost bin. I talk regularly on Real Men Sow about nabbing free items, but there is no one more generous than the allotment community. I miss that kindness.
Sneaking a Peak at My Old Plot
Whilst I was there, I couldn’t resist a sneak at my old allotment. Although the new tenant wasn’t at the plot, they’ve obviously been busy, as beds have been dug over and a pallet composting area built. I felt really content that my plot is getting worked, and the TLC that it deserves. I hope the new tenant enjoys the plot as much as I did.
Best of all, I caught up with some of the friends I’d made during my time as a plotholder. It was great to see them, and chat about their current plot beefs, and their plans for this season. At this point, I felt a pang of regret when I realised that I’d be missing out on the developments.
Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change my decisions, but on a lovely mild day, it was a pleasure to be reminded how genuinely wonderful allotment communities are.
I’m really happy to be able to stay in touch with the allotments, and I’m very much looking forward to my next trip to the shop. Hopefully this time I’ll be able to catch the new tenants of Plot 105 for a chinwag.