There's a set of allotments in Didcot I often go by on the way to some work thing or other. I'd turned up a half hour early to a training morning as a result of some careless diary work. Just the right amount of time to take a really good look.
Lush growth for deep November. There was a microclimatish feel to the space; a warmth rolling up from the railway, the arehouses, the old powerplant. It's an old walled garden with no security; just a space you can walk through. I walked through. Signs about thefts from sheds, good sources of horse manure. I love a good allotment noticeboard.
Wildish borders are in vogue in allotments at the moment (mine literally has 3 metres of brambles) and you can see some wild fierceness peeking out through the portico blocks in the curtain wall. Look at those sweet baby stepovers! I'd like some of them. The fox might have the fruit though. Fruit trees were a local controversy, though; posters explained firmly that large trees caused soil dryness issues for neighbouring plots.
There were a lot of big, tasty-looking winter veg about the place, apples falling from trees. It was edenish, in the way of some old allotment sets that have been working for generations, getting richer and sweeter and more productive. Below; grass paths between plots, an interesting alpine strawberry tangle, and various vegetable netting solutions.
Oh, and you might have spotted this in a few of the previous photos, presumably a shed:
By the time I got to photographing it, my real camera had run flat. so used my phone.
Lush growth for deep November. There was a microclimatish feel to the space; a warmth rolling up from the railway, the arehouses, the old powerplant. It's an old walled garden with no security; just a space you can walk through. I walked through. Signs about thefts from sheds, good sources of horse manure. I love a good allotment noticeboard.
Wildish borders are in vogue in allotments at the moment (mine literally has 3 metres of brambles) and you can see some wild fierceness peeking out through the portico blocks in the curtain wall. Look at those sweet baby stepovers! I'd like some of them. The fox might have the fruit though. Fruit trees were a local controversy, though; posters explained firmly that large trees caused soil dryness issues for neighbouring plots.
There were a lot of big, tasty-looking winter veg about the place, apples falling from trees. It was edenish, in the way of some old allotment sets that have been working for generations, getting richer and sweeter and more productive. Below; grass paths between plots, an interesting alpine strawberry tangle, and various vegetable netting solutions.
Oh, and you might have spotted this in a few of the previous photos, presumably a shed:
By the time I got to photographing it, my real camera had run flat. so used my phone.
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