The desire for an allotment stemmed from a wish to lead a more practical and resourceful life. After moving to Shrewsbury during the pandemic and obtaining one, difficulties arose. Challenges included keeping up with routine maintenance, pest issues, and the overwhelming harvest. Pregnancy compounded these issues, leading to frustration as the allotment began to feel more stressful than fulfilling. Motherhood brought further challenges, and ultimately, after receiving a warning to tidy the plot, the decision was made to give up the allotment altogether, resulting in a sense of loss that was more about the pressures than the garden itself.
For years I had coveted having an allotment. I pictured myself being practical and resourceful, growing vegetables and cycling home with them in my wicker basket.
In London it felt impossible, but when I moved back to Shrewsbury during the pandemic, I finally got one. Newly diagnosed with ADHD, I became hyperfocused on my new hobby.
I found it hard to motivate myself to do the mundane tasks, such as digging up weeds, and was frustrated by all the pests that ruined my efforts.
After a warning from the allotment society telling me I needed to tidy it up or I'd lose it, I vowed to make a final push but soon admitted defeat and decided to bow out.
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