Slow Growth — andrew mitchell

Slow Growth — andrew mitchell

Our allotment sits just over 200 metres from home. It;s hard to imagine a more conveniently placed patch of earth. A cluster of around fourteen plots lies tucked behind a row of houses on our street. For years, we didn’t even know they were there. A locked gate world of fruit, veg and greenhouses; a sprouting shanty town if you like, kept safe from rogue elements by tall metal fences. In our eighteen years of living in Dunston, I’d never once st…