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The hardest thing about gardening? It might be learning the gardeners’ lingo

Two years after applying, my wife and I got a call saying a free allotment plot had come up. But digging and weeding were only half the challenge

By Sam Leith   August 2017

Illustration: Chris Tilbury

There was a time when “weed” and “chilling with my hoe” meant something quite different to me. Now it means pottering around in the vast green lung nestled in the top of East Finchley. Two years after my wife applied for an allotment plot—and immediately forgot having done so—we got a call out of the blue saying a plot had come up. Would we like to go and see it?

I had my doubts. Here was a large patch of land, substantially overgrown—long grass and some…

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