Allotments are our compensation in the working classes of Britain for all of our common land being enclosed by the thieving aristocracy, a fact which you’ll know continues to enrage me if you’ve been around this blog for a while.
Well I check carefully and there are no aristocrats at Greenbank Lane Allotments today. In fact there is hardly anybody here as we get ready to celebrate the Winter Solstice with some friends.
While at Plot 44 we prepare for the arrival of our guests.
There will be a fire and there will be food.
Then, when the guests arrive, the youngest of them helps Sarah to light the fire and get the food going.
The light fades, the fire brightens and the shortest day becomes the longest night.
Good wishes to you all this Solstice Night.