Earlier this summer I jumped at the invitation to visit a friend’s community allotment open day.
The sunny slope was like an intricate patchwork quilt.
Colourful annuals were embroidered between rows of neatly weeded leeks.
Lolling cardoons danced around a chic scarecrow-ess, while abandoned courgettes, with their heavily swollen bellies, eyed the vigour of neighbouring climbing beans.
There were favourite nooks for private thoughts,
and contentment written on absolutely everyone’s face!