Writing the book has wreaked havoc on the plans for allotmenting this year, the plot has been badly neglected at the most crucial time.
I had pinned my hopes on a bunch of plants I’ve raised from seed at home, and nutured carefully, hardening them off on exterior windowsills, and carefully tending them. A load of dwarf beans, courgette plants, squash plants, sweetcorn and so on.
I saw an opportunity to get down to the allotment this afternoon, so I took it. I loaded up the plants in a cardboard box, and took some big sheets of card with me too, I loaded them all on to the bike, and set off pushing them.
After crossing the road and going up a curb the bike overbalanced, and my grip on the box of plants wasnt good enough to stop it tipping them out on to the pavement – snapped stems all over the place.
Severely gutted by this turn of events I continued to the allotment, where I found the plot overgrown with weeds, I’ve not been able to get there for about a fortnight – total nightmare.
So there we go – wont be living off the land this year. In future any writing will be done in the autumn and winter, spring and early summer are too precious.
Gutted of Grimsby.