Areas on the allotment site are under standing water today. Storm Ciara and Strom Dennis have passed. The water table is very high and digging is a claggy business. I only need to dig out brambles and weeds until it is time to sow or plant this years crops.
I have the tenancy on Plot 30. I only did a small amount of work today. It is so slippery that working the ground is dangerous. I am continuing the clearing I began just over a year ago to make the plot productive. The plot is at one edge of the allotment site and although not on the site plan I know a small culverted drain runs along the length of it next to or just under the boundary fence. When I took on the plot last year it had been unused for four years and was a mess.
We have not ‘unbattened the hatches’ from Storm Ciara as Storm Dennis is on his way. We have duly noted that flying debris could be an issue. But for this quiet fifteen minutes before midnight worrying about greenhouse glass and shed roofs is not lulling me to sleep. An insistent throb/pulse of a motorbike engine racing along the road distracts me. I realise that I have not encouraged the three new house plants to thrive, If I add that to morning jobs it will tip from mundane routine to daunting. I almost feel the need to kept up from my bed and wish them goodnight but my feet are warm and I am enjoying reading my library book. Reading wins over nurture and over writing more thoughts
I asked my husband R, to go and breath carbon dioxide on the plants. My feet remain warm.
I believe this can be a headache. Organising posts and keeping each post to a manageable number of topics will be good discipline for the writing. What you can and cannot use from sources is more important. Using my own photographs and writing is straight forward but maps and information from other sources do need attributing correctly. I wonder how writers keep items, characters, events and dates in order? The traditional analogue card index is beginning to look rather attractive. I already have a folder of printed material and also several digital files and websites in a favourites folder. Concise and succinct, short sentences and long paragraphs is the gold standard in writing. Lyrical and wandering writing is not. Unfortunately I find myself going off on tangents quite often when I write.
This will be my first blog post in learning how to write. It will be woolly and lack some focus. It might be what is referred to as ‘practice-led’ in the fullest sense of the term. I hope to write my version of my home town. This will not be a psycho-geographical piece of writing. There will be limited flaneur-type activity, no wandering with the intent to become lost. This does not mean a route map already exists, there will be turns, returns and cul-de-sacs in the writing. What it does mean is that I do not know where things will lead. Anything might take my interest, a topic could overwhelm a post, some topics will recur and some things a reader might expect will not appear at all. This writing is also research, writing to think and a means to clarify thoughts.
The day began with a one overarching thought, ‘had my allotment plot survived Storm Ciara’? I was not adrift in purpose and walked the same way to Bilton Grove allotment site as I had probably hundreds of times before. Surprisingly, my plot, Plot30 had come though with no damage. I shall in future posts give more details about the allotment site’s history. Looking at the gallery of photographs below I think Swan Field, as the area was known may not be named for a person but had previously been a field that swans inhabited. The site does get a considerable patch of standing water after rain.
I have not written as much as I hoped in an hour or so. I have discovered the gallery block feature in Gutenberg (the editor for Word Press). They may also be too many commas.
To reach the allotment I have to cross this drain. The land here was reclaimed from marsh land. One of the original names for the area to the left was Swan Field. The area of the allotment has always been part of a farm. The area surrounding it was developed from the 1920’s as social housing.
A first post. The coastline at Holderness is the most rapidly eroding in Europe. I walk these beaches often. This photo was taken on the last day of 2019. Hornsea will be this blog’s first tag.
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