My allotment

 

I acquired my allotment around 3 years ago breaking the grumpy old man stereotype here came this tattooed, piercered long streak of nothing in ratty converse and ripped Levi's. Having an allotment certainly ain't a walk in the park it's hard graft literally putting your blood sweat and tears into it.

Like many others I had been on the waiting list for a number of years. When the opportunity did finally arrive I jumped at the chance. The time had arrived for me to see the plot I had been allocated, this is the site which greeted me my first reaction was 'oh fuck'

What exactly have let myself in for. I didn't get the plot until the October that year. Which is traditionally the end ofthe allotment year. However this particular year we had extremely bad weather heavy rain and snow. It wasn't really until the following spring that work could truly begin.

During this time I had started to accumulate different gardening tools much like those preparing for a zombie apocalypse I was ready for anything.

Slowly but surely the hard work began sorting years of neglect and on a plethora of weeds, like the archeological excavations of Pompeii no one truly knew just what we would uncover. 

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