Our Plot at Green Lane Allotments

Storms, Stolen Dishes and Autumn Walks
Last week we had some rather dramatic weather, with two named storms hitting the UK — Austen and Boelo. Austen didn’t seem to affect us

A Week That Didn’t Go to Plan
Last week started off damp, but to be honest, the weather didn’t play a significant role in our activities. The reasons for that will become

No Mistaking – It is Autumn
Last week the winter coats came out. The sun is trying its best to convince us that summer hasn’t quite left the scene but it

The Autumn Paintbrush is Out
Although at times it seems reluctant to do so, summer is losing its grip as autumn nudges its way forward. The autumn paintbrush is now

A Few More Surprises Before Autumn Takes Hold
Summer isn’t quite ready to say goodbye and paid us a fleeting visit last week. Autumn, however, has taken possession of the night-time, with temperatures

Would You Share the Last Strawberry?
The showers didn’t deposit much rain last week, but they managed to arrive at just the wrong times, meaning we abandoned some gardening jobs both

Summer is Slipping into Autumn
As the daylight hours shorten, there is now no denying that summer is winding down. Our thoughts in both the garden and allotment have started

Moving Towards Autumn
Rain threatened a few times during the week but, when it did arrive, it didn’t amount to much. The trouble is that when rain is

Rain and a Return to Green
We have had proper rain! We missed out on the forecast thunderstorms and torrential downpours, but instead we enjoyed prolonged spells of steady rain, which

A Few Puddles and a Hint of Autumn
We have puddles! We actually had water falling from the sky, on and off, for a couple of days. We never were treated to the

A Week of Sunshine, a Damp Squib and Happy Surprises
Weather continued to dominate our activities last week. We continued to take our walks in the mornings, trying to avoid the hottest part of the

Watering, Walking and Waiting for Rain
Still no rain here. About ten miles away, there was some rain, and when Martyn was watching cricket at Headingley, about fifteen miles from us,