Some of you may remember that back in July it looked as though I would be offered a 5 perch plot at a neighbouring town. Well, by the end of July I was set up with what I considered to be the best of the overgrown plots and spent many a sweat soaked hour clearing brambles and rubbish etc.
Then one morning a lady and her dog stopped by for a chat. The dog didn't say a lot, but they don't do they
The upshot of this was that she and her husband had two plots, a 10 and a 6 perch, and were thinking of giving up the 6 perch as it was all getting a bit much for them these days. Was I interested in taking on the plot if I could get the council to swop me from the one I had. They didn't want to give it up if it wasn't going to be worked. I think I had been watched for a few days, and for some strange reason saw me as the person to take it on
So, off we went down to the council offices and pretended to be old friends, and that I had been helping them out recently, and lo and behold, I am now the proud tenant of a 6 perch plot in a nice position on the site, and hardly a weed in sight
They have still got a few bits and pieces to clear, but it's nearly empty. I've planted some cabbages and cauli's and can't wait until I can really get going on it.
Any idea what the world record is for having a silly grin on your face
