It’s the first time we’ve been on the allotment in about five weeks, due to terrible weather. We didn’t really miss much, though there are a few signs of life around the site. I’ve ended up basically digging over the same patches again, with a little extra; this time raking it level, ready for planting. I’ve fixed a few loose panels in the greenhouse, and we’ve massed a decent pile of twigs and branches which we’ll need to burn at some point. Also, we really need to lay down some wood chips to denote the pathways, which will make everything look instantly better. There’s a guy who brings around pine tree shreddings for free, which are ideal. There’s also a farmer who stops by to sell – allegedly – superb manure for £25 a load. This manure is the secret to growing enormous pumpkins, so I’m told. Anyway, I need to track down both of these people pretty soon.

Progress is being made. More areas dug over. A row of blackcurrants and raspberries planted.

First day on the allotment. Lots of clearing and digging, and being given advice from wise old men. I’ll try to keep track of progress throughout the year. Yes, that is a corner bath you can see – it’s become a pond, so we’re leaving it intact. (And that’s my Mini in the background.)

We now have one and it wasn’t in terrible condition when we claimed it. It’s right on the edge of the city; there’s a greenhouse, a good-sized shed, and plenty of space for growing fruit and vegetables. There were even two old guys on hand, who immediately introduced themselves and started offering advice. One of them is a ferreter for the Duke and Duchess of Rutland, and the other one immediately started telling stories of poltergeists and writes poetry. This place is not short of characters.