The night before Halloween, and my thoughts return to the past. It is 15 years since we threw a kids’ party to mark the handover of the first Observer organic allotment. The plot paths were lined with pumpkins. California baker Claire Ptak made us trays of eerie marshmallow treats.
We had gardened for a year, digging in tonnes of organic matter, digging out bricks and broken glass. We worked with a local school gardening club and watched as they, too, grew.
