Our allotment is only one of several bits of land which came with our house in Longoio. It’s also the closest plot to our property and the one which is a nice mixture of trees and pastures.
I did find out where the other pieces of land were with the help of a geometra (surveyor) and found that not only were they more distant to our house but also they were a lot more wooded and also more unapproachable. Unfortunately, I failed to mark them properly with the geometra (some paint would have been useful) and I’ve never located them since.
It may seem odd that I don’t know where my other lands are but the area around us is so wooded and large parts are quite abandoned to nature that it becomes less difficult to believe.
Anyway, our nearest plot is occupation enough for us. It’s approachable either by a three minute scooter ride or by a ten minute walk.
The first part of the walk is along the original mule track leading to Longoio. It’s bound by high walls and its ancient stone surface has also space for a culvert running down one side.
This mule path ends at a tarmac lane. We cross the lane (which leads to the little chapel at La Serra) and find a grassy and daisied path which leads down to our field.
Our three cats Napoleon, Carlotta and Cheekie like to accompany us down to the field and there are few hazards for them (except for dogs and perhaps the occasional tractor when crossing the lane).
Our cats are truly lucky. I‘ve seen felines on leads in cities – something which I think is totally anti-cat. Our pets are free to follow us, climb up trees, play hide-and-seek in the tall grasses or just sit and watch us while we plant some beans.
Apart from our birthday party we don’t get many visitors to our allotment (except for the wild life which includes lots of birds and the occasional deer). However, the local shepherdess brings her flock of seventy-eight sheep (each one with its own name which she dutifully remembers) through our field. They do a grand job in cutting the grass and general manuring.
Meadow flowers abound in our allotment:
I suppose this’ll be the nearest I’ll ever get to the Garden of Eden so I really treasure our time in the allotment.