For people who live in a flat without a garden, an allotment is a wonderful thing. It was for us.
In those early days of marriage, we lived in a tiny flat in the roof of an old Ealing townhouse that had been converted into multiple flats.
I won’t call them apartments, as that would make them sound too grand. Compartments, maybe.
To have a little plot of land we could call our own, a ten minute walk away was a godsend.
Our little paradise amidst the urban bustle. So helpful to recentre us in those early days.
Of course, now we have a garden all of our own. But it’s still lovely to revisit our old plot from time to time.
A happy place in a neighbourhood filled with memories.
Last modified: 1 April 2025
