The allotment has had its revenge. Finally I managed to get to my much neglected plot this afternoon only to promptly step on a nail, hidden in one of many abandoned piles of rotting detritus. Hosting an artist open house is a time hungry business and so is having an allotment in May, with a site inspection looming.
This weekend I will probably be hosting the exhibition on crutches and wondering when I'll ever be able to get my beans in. But the show must go on, the one with pictures that is, not prize winning allotment veg.
