'West London Allotments', Jane Brocket, 19 September 2009
'Greenhouse and Garden', Stanley Spencer, 1937
Like drying onions in the greenhouse.
Like wanting to have my wish granted so that I could find out what is behind a high wall. (Tom told me that the allotments were holding an open day at the weekend, so I hot-footed it down there and had a magical time wandering round some of the 385 plots behind the wall that has kept me out for so long.)
Like not being able to choose just one photo to show what the place is like. Like showing lots of pictures (because this is a photo essay, I've just decided).
Like not being able to resist pretentious captions (this is a photo essay, remember).
'Ripe pumpkins beyond the corrugated iron fence'
'Vine and marigold bower'
'Butts and barrow'
'The Good Gardener's Wicket Gate'
'Bollard and bridge and compost heap growth'
'Watering can installation with nasturtiums'
'Pears that round the shed-eaves run'
Like never failing to love a good allotment (or 385).
Like being happy my wish has been granted.