The allotment cometh...

 This afternoon found us with the key through the magic door into the secret garden.

This is my (our) allotment come December.  My ‘Be Patient’ tablets are rapidly losing their efficacy. Through the gate we walked, me full of excitement, I had at my request been granted a compassionate visit to calm my frazzled nerves.  And here it is in all its overgrown glory...

The hut at the end is in the communal area where get togethers and general swopping of plants and produce take place.

My shed and Ellie

The husband measuring where the pond will go...  right in front of the shed.  

The allotment is right beside the ancient town walls which we have to keep clear.  Nothing is allowed to be grown on the walls.