In His Good Hands

At the  beginning - the allotment 2010

2011

2014

at the end 2015.

 Today lovely brother-in-law comes with his camper van and takes Robin out for a drive.

I make hot lunch - it's a miserable grey day - coconut and tomato prawn curry with fluffy rice, and garlicky ruby chard, for when they come back.

While Robin sleeps, brother-in-law and I drive to allotment and cherry pick the contents of the shed and the green house - rolls of green netting, a rake, a fork, and a spade, watering cans and decking squares and an old table, big pots and un-used planks of wood. We leave the rest for the next owners.

I'll come back another time to dig up rhubarb and fruit bushes to give away.

This is an easy way to say goodbye to the allotment  - slowly, gently, sharing it out, letting it go  when it looks sad and broken and ready for a new lease of life. Better than watching it go to ruin, remembering when it was flourishing and productive in Robin's good hands.

 Hands that can't hold a spade now. But can still hold mine.