Before I left the UK to come to Canada, I was blessed to have an allotment. For those of you outside of the UK, this is a rented piece of land from the local council used for the purposes of growing fruit, vegetable, flowers.
They were established in the early part of the 20th century, as a means of feeding the ever-increasing numbers of people moving to the cities to work in the factories and mines. They were in favour then, and during WWII, but started to lose their lustre during the 60s/70s/80s. In the 90s and 2000s there was an increase in awareness of mass food production and its harmful effects on the land, and on the nutritional benefits to the end-user. Prominent chefs started to advocate local produce, grown ideally in your own garden (see Jamie Oliver, Hugh Fernley-Whittingstall, Michel Roux Jnr). Now, you can’t get an allotment without going on a waiting list. Some in London have a waiting list of 60 years!!!
I was fortunate enough to have 5 good years on my allotment before moving to Canada. Now I am missing it terribly. I have not had the opportunity to get my hands really dirty or grown salads, fruits or greens. However, today I moved into new rented accommodation and the landlady has a large plot in her yard devoted to growing food. Yes, I have come home! And she is perfectly happy for me to potter, weed and do whatever.
Today’s photo is from her garden. I just love the way the spade is waiting for the gardener to arrive. Where is he/she?