In 2008 I got my first allotment and I loved it, I really did. Over the past 5 years I have spent hours and hours there, sometimes with the children but most often by myself. It's a quiet and peaceful place, plants don't tend to ramble on and on about nothing. They are happy if you look after them, suffer a little if you don't but generally they just grew.
Josie was four and Charlie just a year old when we got the plot and there has been a lot of muddy puddles, worms and tasting of homegrown goodies. It has a place where I have truly been happy, thought through the tough and sad times and celebrated the beautiful and diverse natural world.
But now we have moved and I have a vegetable plot in the garden, I no longer need both my allotments. My second plot is bigger, backs onto the river and has alot more character so there wasn't really any question about which one I was going to give up. It's never easy letting go of something you love but times and life move on and eventually you have to say goodbye.
It will be my raspberries that I will miss the most. I have a few canes in the garden and a small patch on my other allotment but not the forest of endless raspberries that have been too plentiful to pick.
Good bye old plot, it's been a blast.