I remember standing in a drafty kitchen in a mid-Victorian cottage near Chawton back in ’94, watching a young couple stare in horror at a rusted pump handle. They’d been sold on the “romantic charm” of the countryside, but they hadn’t been told that buying a house with a private water supply often means inheriting […]
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I spent forty minutes yesterday wrestling with a rusted gate latch near the north boundary, and it struck me just how much people get wrong about running a village allotment site. You’ll hear plenty of talk about “community engagement strategies” or “sustainable horticultural frameworks” from the folks at the council, but that’s all well and […]
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I was standing in my allotment last Tuesday, looking at a neighbour’s patch of what he called “gourmet organic rhubarb,” and I couldn’t help but shake my head. He’d spent a small fortune on specialized pH-testing kits and imported mulch, yet the stalks were as thin and spindly as a walking stick. People make it […]
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