We knew that rain had been forecast for Monday evening. Tea was on the table when Mick came home from work and after we'd eaten, off we dashed to the allotment hoping to get the squash and courgettes planted before it started pouring down. We just made it.
We had a quick look around the plot at other things we'd already planted. The beans have been nibbled but I'm hoping they'll recover, unlike the parsnips which did germinate but have since disappeared. I suppose the slugs have had a tasty meal. I don't know whether it's too late to sow more now, it's quite late.
We'd only just finished planting when the heavens opened. At least we didn't have to water the plants in. There was only one other person on the whole allotment site and he'd packed up and gone just in time, we weren't so lucky.
Our plot is the furthest away from the site gate and I didn't fancy making a dash for it, it was raining so hard so we sheltered a while in the shed. I really don't know how we managed on our last site without the luxury of a shed on the plot.
It soon became clear that the rain just wasn't going to stop so we ended up having to make our way off the site in the pouring rain. I hadn't even taken a coat with me and I was absolutely soaked to the skin by the time I'd made it back to the car. That'll teach me to take a brolly with me.
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