|Mostly homegrown veg for tea|
When I got my own place, I started to miss the space to grow things fresh. When we moved to Bridgend, I got myself on the waiting list at the local allotments, and popped down on a weekly basis to nag them - as advised by the committee. The land of the allotments were a gift to the people Brynna from a local estate called Ewenny way back in the middle of the nineteenth century. By the way, if you have an interest in the Bridgend area and its history, I thoroughly recommend you check out the wonderful Hello Historia blog.
|Scrummy pumpkins - great for garlic mash|
Sadly, I have found it almost impossible over the last few months to get down to my plot at all. The light in the evenings has been very limited, as I am sure you know, weather has been awful, and due to the level of rainfall, even when it has been a sunny day I have hardly dared touch anything for fear of ruining the soil.
|Helping hands are so welcome!|
Since then I have been down to top up the blueberry bed with some nice acid mulch in the form of the pine needles from our Christmas tree and some used hen bedding. But the plot was overgrown when I got it, and my battle against the weeds is a slow, ongoing battle, which often feels like a full on retreat...
|Some of last year's yummy crops|
Dreaming of strawberries and fresh rocket,