All my life it's been one of my favourite places. Even as little I was struck by the class divide - some allotment houses look like Alp cottages, whereas others are plain shabby. Maybe it isn't all class but also effort, but in my mind I pitched a miniature war between the two sides.
Today I browsed through my very first posts. It's obvious that when I started I found it hard to discard photos. Unable to choose I'd post them all even though I know restraint goes a long way. I was never sure what my blog would be about, and I don't think I'll ever be able to keep a clear line, prepare posts in advance, have certain days for certain topics and write for a target audience. My blog will transform with me and I'll keep keeping it for me. I need it. It's a dear, bothersome child with unruly hair and unruly thoughts.
I doubt it will ever provide me with an income or grow immensely popular. But maybe it doesn't have to.
See the original post Boarded up dreams of summer here - with lots more photos. (^_−) ≡☆