First seeds sown, taters chitting, mice hungry

At last, some seeds sown! Tomatoes - Tamina & Moneymaker (haven't grown MM for years because I remember them as insipid; we'll see how they do this year. Leeks - Musselburgh - back to an old favourite because my Gigante d'Inverno from Seeds of Italy did badly last year (suspect I'd kept the seed too long). Parsley - Flat leaf. can't get enough of it in summer.

Taters - Nicola (chosen by Mrs M) are chitting well but, checking back through last year, I find those are the ones Mrs M said she didn't like on account of them having a 30 second window between being cooked and being boiled to mush. So Charlotte are now chitting too!

And finally, the saga of the omnivorous mice seems to be over. They've eaten not only the chocolate orange but the box and the silver paper too. That must have given 'em bellyache!

Garlic is doing well,

Rhubarb too. Spring is Springing!!!

A Pile of Poo

Taking the visiting relatives for a walk in the woods, we chanced on a pile of poo, of the Horse variety. What better for allotments? A neighbour keeps two horses in a paddock in the woods behind his house and the poo is beginning to escape the confines of his manure heaps. Free for the taking, but for the small matter of bagging it up, barrowing it through the holly bush and over the rickety bridge into the bottom of our garden. You think I'm making this up don't you?

The holly bush diversion is new, following a tree coming down in the Big Storm. The rickety bridge isn't very rickety but still challenging with a wheelbarrow full of poo. Why don't I just get a trailer load of manure delivered, like normal people, you may ask? Trouble is, the unstable back won't handle that amount of lifting, twisting, turning, tipping. It's actually easier to do it in smaller quantities, through the holly bush etc. Pictures in due course. Bet you can't wait?

Meeces tidy up too!

It hasn't taken them long to get to the 2nd Chocolate Orange. Through the box yesterday, now through the foil and half the choc has gone. Oh for a mouse cam.
















But look what they've done to my shed by way of thanks. How tidy is that?

















Sadly, tidy inside doesn't necessarily mean tidy outside!

Meeces clean up!


















As you can see they've left no trace of the Chocolate Orange but plenty of traces of themselves. There's another, still wrapped, Chocolate Orange next to the remnants. They've already started on the box. Let's see how long it takes them to get through the foil.

Of Mice and Spiders

At last I've found a way of disposing of the Terry's Chocolate Oranges I get in profusion at Xmas. I don't dislike them hugely, I just get a bit fed up of them, so take them to the allotment for an emergency sugar surge. Carelessly left one unwrapped last week and found it today, significantly smaller and with mousey teeth marks on it. Meeces, you're welcome!

Less welcome was the spider which had made a nest in my [allotment emergencies only, got to be pouring with rain before I wear it] cap. Big, nest, big spider, and of course only discovered when I put the cap on and it ran round the top of my head. Hey Ho.

Who nicked my Darwin Fish?








I bought one of these last week. A really neat and elegant statement of belief, from www.darwinfish.co.uk , and put it onto a nice clean car on Sunday. By Wednesday, GONE!!!!

And it had spent Monday & Tuesday in a secure car park. Unless evolution has speeded up dramatically (mutants?) and it's gone off for a nice walk by itself I have to conclude some toe-rag has nicked it.

Or has it been too provocative a statement for a passing Fundamentalist?

Still struggling with a bad back but this time it's my own stupid fault. It had been improving all week and had a good pummeling from the chiropractor, then I foolishly tried to move a cast iron Chiminea and it all went twang again. Hey Ho.

Rather restricts allotment activities - in fact all I managed was to dig up some leeks, although I did have to dig my way in to the plot. Recent heavy wind & rain meant a pile of soil & leaves 18 inches high against the gate. Needless to say, there's been no sign of The Inconstant Gardener since well before Xmas. But, three bright spots on which to remark:

three plots surrounding mine which were derelict when I took this one are now well advanced in the recovery position

my garlic is sprouting well

and so is the rhubarb

First post of the new year, and it's actually nothing to do with the allotment. Although I have got this year's sald potatoes now (Nicola, chosen by Kate). But that's it - the allotment is a mudbath at the moment and attempting to do anything will simply make it worse; well, that's my excuse. But the Seeds of Italy catalogue has come so there's lots of fun to come with that. Think I'm going to buy a Passata maker, to avoid wasting surplus tomatoes.

And I've been out onmy bike too - 13 muddy miles on the Transpennine Trail, which has hurt my back so now I'm hobbling.

In the bleak midwinter (not so bleak, not so midwinter these days), the allotment sits dull and grey. No action, cold wet and miserable.
















Or perhaps that's just me? No matter; I can take comfort in a festive cabbage!!

Happy Xmas, allotment bloggers everywhere

Seeds ordered (at 33% discount from Suttons through work). Cut down on some of the daft ones this year but still seem to have a lot of chillies (How'm I feeling? Hot, Hot, Hot). Still using home-made chilli oil from 2 years ago and it still blows your socks off, despite looking distinctly unsavoury by now. My son refuses to touch it. Gnome - try some in your chutney!

At last!! Back online again after a 5 week absence - broadband nightmare, new provider, line faults, exchange faults, call centres in India etc. Very tedious but now alive again. And how is the allotment, you may ask? Neglected but not as bad as it would have been if neglected for 5 weeks in the summer. Digging now 70% done.

And next year's Garlic is in, on 2nd December. Not quite as early as last year when it went in in October but it'll still get some cold weather for vernalsiation. And there's lots of it. Ye Gods - 64 cloves. Good job we like it!

Only a quick visit to the allotment, to confirm the sad state of the Carlingford “ready for Xmas”, don’t you believe it, taters. Had to dig them up as virtually all the foliage had gone from blight.

Entire crop is pictured below next to my [small] mobile phone for indication of huge size, not. Also tastefully garlanded with what will probably be the last of this year’s cucumber and courgette crop. Yes, I know the courgettes look odd – they’re Italian. Trompetti, from Seeds of Italy. www.seedsofitaly.com

Also made great progress on this year’s bindweed harvest. If it were edible, or half as nice as they Sukebind, I’d larfing. Laugh? We lay on the ground. As it isn’t, I’m not.

Finally, great news on the domestic front. Our daughter Sally has signed the tenancy agreement on a flat. Sally is 30 and has a learning disability so the prospect of living independently in her own flat is major good news. She’ll still need some support but she moves in next weekend. Celebrations all round, and massive trips to IKEA to furnish it! Dad’s wallet is already groaning.

Interesting week. Went to see Dervla Murphy, Irish travel writer extraordinaire, speaking at Sheffield’s [now 10 yr old] literary festival, Off the Shelf. Dervla cycled from Ireland to India, via Afghanistan, through the bitter winter of 1963, wrote a book about it, Full Tilt, and has carried on writing and cycling ever since.

I have an original copy, now 40 yrs, old of that book because Dervla’s exploits, mostly on a bicycle, have been an unattainable yardstick for my own cycling travels. She has just returned from a 2nd solo trip to Siberia (age 75), having carelessly left her bicycle (Pushkin) there. And has now signed my book!! Like’s a drink too; she had a pint of Boddingtons at her elbow throughout the book signing.

My own cycling efforts have been more prosaic. For Lake Baikal, read Rother Valley Country Park & the Chesterfield Canal.


For the BAM railway through Siberia, read Trans Pennine Trail through North East Derbyshire. 13 miles; legs still attached.

G continues to keep up the “exercise & get fit” programme – 10½ miles cycling down the Eastern Edges above Matlock & the Derwent valley this morning (dead badger in the road at one point; may have been a hit and run but looked rather as though it had been dumped. Possible victim of badger baiting?). 1000 steps in 20mins on the step machine last night. No reduction in waistline yet!

More digging (spellchecker suggested ‘dogging’; I should be so lucky!) at the allotment this afternoon. Two more sub-plots (is this really a novel?) done, altho lots of bindweed in the2nd one. The Inconstant Gardener in residence when I got there and actually working. Must stop calling him that. ICG hereafter. Have now done about 40% of my autumn digging. Now need a load of manure to spread on it for the winter and re-dig in spring.

G is out on his bike again. Normal service almost fully resumed. 11.5 miles this morning around the old circuit by Derwent & Howden reservoirs up to Kings Tree. Lots of very miserable cyclists who clearly haven't been brought up proper and told by their Mums to say Good Morning to the nice gentleman. If any of you are reading this (unlikely?) Lighten up you Miserable Buggers and say Good Morning when someone says it to you!










Then to the allotment this afternoon for a good bout of "Digging in the Rain; what a wonderful feeling, I'm digging again". And it didn't rain too much and I did get two sub-plots dug. Needless to say the inconstant gardener hasn't done much. Too busy making goulash.

Later - turned out nice again! Earlier wet weather has quite disappeared and it's glorious sunshine. Made it to the allotment after all and managed some 'shirt off' action. Bean poles down and gone-to-seed lettuce trees uprooted. Cleared tatty cornflowers off top plot and earthed up the 2nd crop potatoes. They're looking good - planted at the top of the plot to, hopefully, keep both frost and blight off them. We'll see.



My 'other half' arrived, en famille, with a Hungarian Goulash pot hanging from a tripod, under which a fire was lit. Looked impressive, but not sure there was enough dry wood to sustain the fire to make goulash. But a good attempt.

G is out on his bike again! No allotment work this morning – too wet – but may get there this afternoon. Instead G managed to get the bicycle out and do 6 miles – pathetic really but it marks a watershed.

Biking was suspended earlier this year, to concentrate all available time (apart from allotment of course) on moving house. Bike has only been out three times this year! Just need to remind G’s legs of their proper function now and start building up to a ‘normal’ 20 miles per Sunday morning session.

Thick mist along the ridge above Darley Dale and Matlock, with intermittent heavy rain, but the philosophy still holds of “ignore the weather and go out regardless”.

Old No. 81 had a day off today, from incessant house-moving tasks and general work-related “stuff”. Instead, went walking on the Peak District moors in glorious sunshine. Temperatures up to 260C (on 21st September) and got a sunburnt slap-head. Farmers were out with hounds but otherwise saw hardly anyone. Had lunch at the shooting cabin in Lower Small Clough, off Ronksley Moor, which is a fabulous place.















There’s a visitor’s book, benches and chairs and it is clearly a much-loved ‘bothy’ for many people. I’m tempted to suggest a Ronksley brunch for the group of us who are going to Crete next year, by way of a training exercise.

Well, what a long gap since my last post in May. Excuses? Partly pressure of work over the summer (including at the allotment) but mostly because we’ve been moving house. But that’s done now – moved 10 days ago. Just about unpacked and been to the allotment for the first time for 3 weeks or so. Lordy, how it grows when you take you eye off the ball.

Massive attack with the petrol strimmer (good for strimming petrol!) has got it into some semblance of order but it needs some concentrated attention – end of this week; promise.

Successes this summer – courgettes and cucumbers, especially cucumbers; given loads away every week (perhaps should grow less!); beans, tomatoes, lettuce (until they bolted and I hadn’t got any succession ready).

Failures this summer – sweet peas (v poor), onions, blackberries (birds had the crop – must net them next year), plum tree (a lacklustre thing from B&Q which has struggled to do anything about growing at all.

But, generally, things are looking up. The abandoned plot to the left (82) has been taken and had scorched earth policy applied. The abandoned plot at the end is similarly being reclaimed and, deep joy, he has discovered a fully functioning grape vine which is actually rooted on my side. Yikes!!! Chateau Brincliffe looms. Even the inconstant gardener with whom I share a gate and path has returned to do some more. So I am suddenly surrounded by burgeoning cultivation and have a reborn blog to keep going through the autumn. Avast there, he said on “Talk like a Pirate Day”

Sunday 30 April

Another bout of heavy digging. Just about all of it done now, including some bits that haven't been done in (it feels like) living memory. I'm having to 'steal' time at the allotment because we're also trying to move house and there are loads of jobs to do. Spent the afternoon cutting the [miles-long] hedge at home and mastered the tidying up by the two-tarpaulin trick, only to discover that the resulting heap of clippings was too heavy to move! Somehow got to get it up a flight of stairs, into the car and off to the tip while not having a hernia. There's a lot to be said for fences!