Off To A Good Start?

Sunday 1st June
It was my first day going to the allotment. It was wet, very wet, my train was cancelled, it took two hours on the coach and then I got lost.
Yet it was strangely enjoyable (put aside the fact my bag was soaked through and I was worrying if my equipment inside would survive) being out in the weather and fresh air, wondering the quiet streets on an early Sunday morning, it was invigorating.
Anyway I finally arrived and research commenced. Harry took me on a tour of the allotment, giving me an insight on the people and plots as we went around, as well as himself.
There weren’t many people there at all, but the atmosphere was so calming, out in the open with just the sound of rain hitting the ground, no electrical equipment or any modern technology (apart from my camera), straight away I could see why a lot of people would come here, you could be anywhere.
I think it was good to experience the allotment without human bustle, seeing these tranquil pieces of land in all their different styles and states and how they sit in next to one another, forming images of their owners in your head, and what all this digging around like chickens is about for them.