The allotment got a little nelected over the summer. What with a fortnight in France, followed by two very busy weekends, the first visit back proved disappointing. The problem was the slugs. They had managed to eat their way through every single chilli, marigold, carrot and onion seedling plant. It was always going to happen I suppose. Those little pests must have seen me coming and they did their worst!
On the up side we have been clearing like mad over the last couple of weekends. We do seem to breaking the back of this plot, finally. There is hope. It feels good. Luckily, all of our hardy Mediterranean herbs are intact too.
It is actually not as bad as it could be. The broccoli and tomato plants given to us by Cheerio (children’s nickname for our neighbour) are doing well. They are now netted safely and thriving. I have put in some shallots, soon to follow on with garlic. The children have become resigned to the fact that they will be spending quite a bit of time here over the next few years,and are sort of ok about it. Cheerio handing them a bag of Spartan apples and a handful of walnuts did help.
As a family, I think we will spend many a happy afternoon enjoying the fruits of our labour this time next year. The plan is to build a fire-pit too, just like the one in France. It is becoming a little retreat from the stresses and strains of the world in which we live in. It’s only just around the corner from where we live, but it feels like another world entirely.