Settling down for a day at my desk this week, when thankfully I received a text message to let me know, shall we say, that my allotment shed was not quite where I had left it! It’s a familiar story over the winter when the winds get up.

Now that the MET office are naming storms, I can say quite bizarrely that “Gareth took my shed” along with plenty of other allotment structures nationally by the sound of it.

Dropping everything on my to do list for the day, I grabbed my boots and went to face the music. A sorry sight awaited, my metal shed, despite being fairly well weighted (or so I thought) had taken leave from its position and was half way across the plot. The tools that were hanging inside had, in the main, had flown with it, the rest of the shed contents sat in a tangled pile. Definitely one of those times where you just need to stand there for a couple of moments, take stock of the situation and decide what needs doing first. After managing to tug the structure into a slightly better position and more importantly, away from my neighbours greenhouse, I chucked a couple of breeze blocks in it to try to keep it in one place. Then set about moving the exposed contents to a safe place.

I must admit that when surrounded by such a mess, I wondered if it was time to throw in the trowel, it’s only been a few weeks since we had a greenhouse flattened and now this. I decided to secure everything as best I could and have a think. Luckily some cavalry arrived and with a bit of brute force we managed to reposition my little ‘not so happy place right now’, back on it’s base and again weigh it down.

Arriving home, muddy, upset and soaked to the skin, I took to another great thinking spot, the bath, to consider whether to go ahead with my rent renewal this April. I also shared my experiences on a facebook allotment group, wondering if people really did find it too much at times like this.
To some people, it may well just be a trashed shed, no biggy and yes, granted, there are larger problems in the world, but when you have an allotment, it’s not just somewhere you grow food! It’s your hobby, your gym and often your therapy! When you lose part of it, it’s heart breaking, it’s your hard work, trashed right in front of your face.

Over the afternoon I received support from friends that I had shared my news with and a whole lot of encouragement from the members of the group. I realised immediately that I was not alone! There were similar sights all over the place and the only thing for it is to rebuild – it’s what we do!

So armed with renewed allotmenteering spirit and the promise of spring just around the corner. I’m making plans, again! Top of my list is securing structures like they’ve never been secured before!