Desperation
Well, folks, I wish I were writing to you today with lighter news, perhaps about our latest haul of winter brassicas or Sam and Iris helping me tidy up the beds for autumn. But unfortunately, something far more troubling has been happening down at the site over the last few weeks, and it’s left a sour taste in my mouth. We’ve had a string of break-ins across the plots recently. At first, you hope it’s just mindless kids causing nuisance, but what happened overnight has proved it’s something far more calculated—and frankly, deeply sad. I was up at the allotment early this morning, cup of tea in hand, expecting a quiet couple of hours getting on with a bit of weeding and checking over the plot. My neighbour down the track came over to break the news: another two sheds were broken into last night. Locks snapped and doors forced open. But as we walked down the path to inspect the damage, the real shock was what had been done to the growing plots themselves. Whoever it was didn’t just ...
