I go down to my allotment two or three times a week, at this time of year. Most of the time, I am alone. There are 240 plots on the site. However I find that the hobby growers have decamped for the winter and the allotments are dark,silent and cold.
Meanwhile, badges and squirrels are running amok. Ghostly trees, striped of leaves, spread their shadowy fingers across the Thames on a moon lit night.
Yet, I still find crops to eat : leeks, kale, apples and soft fruit from my freezer.
I am re-digger my raspberry bed because it has got very weedy, a job worth doing,