I have pined for the plot. Like a lost love affair. I have been injured, exiled for too many weeks. Separated, sitting, lying, fretting. Wondering how it grows. What’s happened with the seedlings? Will there be autumn or winter leaves to eat? Who’ll help protect it from predators now I am not around?
Finally, one Saturday morning, I hobble to the door – I have been living on an upper floor like Rapunzel. Howard and Otto (his terrier) pick me up. Ferry me to the allotment gate. I stumble down the path on crutches, turn the corner and there she is.
