Ever since a former neighbour put spade into the grass in the communal garden of our block of flats and started growing some flowers and some veg, I've wanted to have a go myself. I was brought up on home-grown veg, some of my fondest childhood memories is helping out in the garden, digging up potatoes, picking broad beans or stringing runner beans ready to be blanched for the freezer.
But life excuses have got in the way and I thought I'd left it too late, once again to plant anything this season until a friend who has an allotment told me different. Bouyed by a growing-veggies-for-simpletons type book and a few packets of easy to grow seeds I set about with my similarly-minded neighbour Franesca to have a go at growing stuff.
We dug a very small border using a trowel, which is all the equipment we had on that first gardening session, mixing some compost in to the barren, grey looking earth. Then with our seeds in hand we divided up our modest plot into sections planting, in a rather slap-dash fashion, various herbs, radishes and peas. The idea being if it grows great, if not then we haven't wasted much time and money.