When I moved to my old house it was such a thrill. A vegetable patch, at last! 120 square metres, just less than half of an allotment, and it was all mine. I had a young family at the time; a baby and a four-year-old, plus a house to renovate, oh, and a business to run. But I was determined to use this space to its absolute maximum. I wanted to be self-sufficient, with images of Barbara and Tom from the good life, mud on their faces but happy.
The garden itself was a rare find: there were a few mature fruit trees, a patch of raspberries and redcurrants, a lovely big wooden greenhouse, a few plastic raised beds and a fully functioning compost system. Most gardeners’ idea of a dream come true!
