I’ve been a very lucky boy recently. Ailsa treated me to a surprise couple of days away for my 30th birthday, and my stag do weekend is fast approaching.
However, all this gallivanting has focused the mind on the two weeks honeymoon me and Ails will be enjoying in June.
I’ll have a wonderful time, I’m absolutely sure of that. But boy will I worry about the plot.
The Problem with Holidaying in the Summer
I made the mistake of holidaying around this time before, about three years ago. I returned to dried out plants and a jungle of weeds. I certainly haven’t made that error again.
I’ve managed to manoeuvre Ailsa towards long weekends and October holidays. Oh, and snowboarding: ‘I really want to try snowboarding? How’d you feel about that Jono?’
‘A holiday, in Winter, when there’s bugger all happening on the allotment? Where do I sign!’
Sadly, this doesn’t quite wash with a trip-of-a-lifetime honeymoon, just married situation. Although I did try.
Why Do I Worry?
I suppose this will only make any sense to fellow gardeners and grow-your-owners, and may even sound ungrateful to some, but an allotment is like your own little baby. I cannot believe how protective I have become over my pride and joy. I’m so proud of how it looks after four years of graft, and it is a scary thought that the work me and mum put in over winter and spring will stall while I’m away.
And who’s going to carry on my successional sowing? Will I get my own little hungry gap mid-summer because I was missing in action for a fortnight in June?
What about the spreadsheet?? Oh, no. Who’s going to harvest and weigh all the produce? The gooseberries?? WHAT ABOUT THE GOOSEBERRIES??
The obvious answer to all this is mum. Trouble is, mum lives 7 miles away and can’t drive. She crashed on a driving lesson when she was 17 and that was that. I think mum loves the allotment more than life itself, but even that won’t get her behind the wheel again. I’ve tried, believe me.
All this leaves me with a big, burning question:
…who do I trust with my allotment?
I’ve got a couple of friends (yes, I do have some of those, despite the spreadsheets and parsnip obsessions!), but what if they muck it up? Failed French beans could be a friendship breaker. By jove did I sulk with my best mate when he let them die.
Someone who understands an allotment would be grand – there are one or two plotholders I know reasonably well, but they’re so busy with their own patches that I’d feel bad asking them at this hectic time of the year.
Would You Like to Plot-Sit?
The perfect person, I have deduced, would be someone keen to get in to growing their own, who wants to get an idea of the work required (loads of weeding and heaving watering cans about), and the rewards reaped (bucketfuls of strawbs). Therefore, I’m contemplating putting up the poster in the picture (apologies for the rather sinister photo).
If you’re reading this, and you live near Burnham-on-Crouch, fancy a little weeding and watering, some weighing of harvests and plenty of fresh, delicious fruit and veg in exchange for your labour, please get in touch.
I’m not that stroppy or allotmentarily-neurotic really. Promise. I’m just a bit scared of what might happen without anyone’s help between June 20th and July 4th…
Be great to hear from you.