Time for another allotment character folks. Don't worry there aren't many left unless I make up some more?
If local radio had allotment correspondents this man would write it and say something like the following:
"The Leeks are growing in a north to south direction and my Savoy cabbages have got Finger and Toe disease. Did I tell you I bought a new rake?"
Mr Immaculate Allotment Holder is very methodical. He only cares about his allotment being neat and tidy. Every fruit and vegetable is planted in a regimental line. It must be when he joined the Salvation Army and served his country back in the days of National Services or in his case, Services? He use to play lead electric triangle in the band. It was this experience that made him methodical and regimental. Everything is planted in a straight line. Rather like trees on a golf course fairway.
Nature does not work in straight lines. It likes to ebb and flow and meander and self seed in a patched quilt of a Cottage garden way. Mr Immaculate Plot Holder lives and breathes: STRAIGHT lines.
His allotment is immaculate. Hs garden shed wears a resplendent army green annual coat of paint. His allotment entrance is an hardwood teak front door with a letter box and brass polished numbers 22 Acacia Avenue (Iron Maiden song) resplendently polished with Brasso ("clean your buttons with Brasso") and gleaming in the sun.
Mr Immaculate Allotment Holders allotment is organised and set like the control room of an aircraft carrier. His anorak is grey and the same colour of a Royal Navy battleship. Every one of his fruit and vegetables are accurately spaced between itself and the next fruit or vegetable. Seven seeds or vegetable plants to every row. Seven is the number. The magic number. Bees have seven body parts and their hive is split into seven sections. They even fly in a number seven formation. Everybody knows number seven is God's number and that is the number he adheres and regimen-tally sticks to.
Mr Immaculate Allotment Holder never purchases or places any animal manure on his allotment. He believes cow manure to be a 'cold' manure and never heats up to kill any pernicious weed seeds. Horse manure is full of oats and they germinate and grow everywhere. He gets very few weeds because he doesn't add manure or compost to his allotment soil. He hoes rain or shine and shine or rain again. His fruit and vegetables upon harvesting are always small and puny. But they are immaculately tended. His allotment is immaculate and he is a very boring man!
Another character tomorrow. I need to invent some more. The blog writer perhaps? Apparently there are over 350 million active blogs in the world. Three hundred and fifty million writers is an incredible statistic.
Wonder how many blog writers grow vegetables and dream about Britney Spears or Pamela Anderson swimming in Bantry Bay and walking on the beach in her swimsuit and I am collecting seaweed and I ask her if she wants to come back to our house for a brew and I will show her my polytunnel? How's that for a vivid imagination?