We have had our names down for a second plot for some time but were surprised that the offer of Plot 248, the plot next door but one to our Plot 250, came up so soon. I am sure that one plot is sufficient to feed a family of four so the motivation can't be a need for more sprouts. The rental fee is much cheaper than the costs of going to the gym so perhaps a cheap workout is the appeal.
Several of my plot neighbours have warned me to watch out for tigers and I like to reflect on the old joke about the 'wherethehellarwi' tribe, lost in the elephant grass of the African Savanna.
It will certainly be a good workout. It has hardly been touched for three years and it has its fair share of tall grass, nettles, bindweed, and so on. There are several raised beds but they are in odd places and the timber surrounds are rotten. At the back is a typical allotment junk yard including defunct rotavator, lawn mower, sundry pots and pans, a selection of double-glazed window frames and a shed. The shed is big enough to solve the UK's housing problem but first it will need new roof cladding and felt. The shed has a bike, old washing machine engines and a lot of other junk. One bonus is a roll of thick plastic sheeting which might prove useful in the quest to get rid of weeds through light deprivation.
An added bonus, in the centre of the plot, was a large poly-tunnel, not in great condition, but quite serviceable. The day before I took over the plot a friend of the tenant decided she wanted to take the tunnel for her own use. In fact she just took the hoops and left a sorry mess in her wake.
Plot 250 continues to be productive and, as well as plentiful supplies of veg, the cut flowers have transformed our flat into a faux florist's.