“What is destroying our world is the persistant notion that we are independent of it, aloof from other species, and immune to what we do to them. -Joanna Macy

Introduction Below is an article that I wrote for Permaculture Magazine in 2004.  I had sent Patrick Whitefield some photos of the allotment after I had completed his permaculture design course.  He passed them on to Maddy Harland, editor of the magazine, who asked me to write about my experience.  There's lots of pictures on this page, hope it doesn't take too long to load!

Love at First Site

When I spent some time WWOOF-ing at Lowershaw Farm in 1993, they introduced me to Permaculture.  It was immediately clear that this was the future.  I spent several years in the wilderness and it took me until September 2003 to finally get back on track when I decided to get an allotment & enrol on Patrick Whitefield’s Permaculture design course at Ragman’s Lane Farm.  What an experience that was!  I went on to study for the full diploma, which consisted of a 5 week Sustainable Land Use course, followed by several written assignments.


The week after I picked the allotment plot, sunnier than I remember!


Above is a picture of the allotment I was given on a miserable, damp and cold late Feb. morning.  On first glance it looked like the only thing going for it was the water trough at the southwest end.    I was left staring at a huge 10 pole plot.   With every drip of my nose my enthusiasm was draining away.
 
There were hybrid berry suckers knee high in places near the far end, mixed in with the hardcore pernicious perennials.  You know the ones, couch grass, Dock, Nettles, Creeping Thistle and buttercup & beautiful teasel towering above my head.  It was like an undulating hillside in miniature.  None of it was flat. 

I desperately wanted to see what the general state of the soil was.  So I took my spade and dug a few test pits sporadically over the plot.   The results weren’t good.  It was very stony, heavy soil and 60cm down it was large aggregate.  After doing the spit and roll test I decided that I had a sandy clay loam.

It was time to do the observation bit of the Permaculture design process.  Not just using my eyes, but using all my senses, feeling for wind direction, variations in temperature, soil depths, shade, etc.  I walked slowly around the plot, stopping from time to time.  Taking in the vibe of where I stood, seeing what indicator plants there were around my feet, taking notes and drawing a basic base map.   This might sound lovely, but the wind blew a stinging rain onto my cheek, the temperature was freezing, I kept falling into holes and, well, when it came to shade, I just couldn’t tell!
 
Should I have stopped?  Probably, but I couldn’t, it was very exciting.  Finally, after all this time of rented accommodation and no garden, I had my own little piece of Earth.  Somewhere to carefully grow healthy food imbued with love, somewhere to hang out, whittle things, plant my Willow and most importantly, somewhere to learn how to heal soil.

At one end of the plot is a path with a ditch and two Oak trees both probably well over 120 yrs old and 40’ high.  This cheered me up no end, as I’ve got a thing about trees and to have Oaks, well, that’s the ultimate!  However, I knew that meant that I couldn’t be growing veg’ down there.  It would have to be where my Zone 5 was, the wildlife zone.  There was already Bluebells 3 inches high, Pulmonaria and Celandine down there.  It could be the perfect spot for… oh pants; it’s not the time for planning!  It is so hard to resist designing the entire area before even getting home, having a cup of tea and taking stock.

So I went home, made a cup of tea, defrosted and got my soggy base map out.  For the next 3 weeks I would  communicate via grunts and nods only looking up from my A3 pad and colouring pencils to go to the loo.  It was design time. 

I thought it would be a good plan to make a list of all the fruit and veg’ I love, and what I’d need to grow them.  It was a very, very long list.  So, after much thought I called my friendly council-man and rented the 10 pole plot next door.  I was expanding before I’d even dug a bed.  My partner was slightly concerned but thought it best not to interfere at this stage, as I was mildly obsessed. 


Digging.  It took a while.


Finally, after 8 (ish) drafts, I had my design.  Fortunately I was in-between jobs and so was able to spend entire days at the allotments.  Arriving at 8am and getting home well after 6.  It seemed to provide lots of amusement to my fellow allotmenteers, seeing a ‘girl’ trying to dig out couch grass in the wind and sleet, muttering about her plans to build a pond, put up a greenhouse and plant Willow. 
After a month, my partner and I had managed to plant 90 Willow trees, build a wildlife pond and herb spiral, dig the couch and perennial weeds out of most of the beds, source a shed for £40 and a huge wooden framed greenhouse for £25 (both 2nd hand from the local free ads).  Everything else, even the pond liner, was reclaimed from friends & family.


Willow after being in the ground only 2 months!


Meanwhile, back at the house, I had decided that in order for me to catch up with the growing season I would get a couple of those three tiered plastic greenhouses to germinate the seeds in.  They worked fantastically, and now provided much needed shelving space, without their covers, in the greenhouse & shed.

Phew!  It was certainly hectic and I wouldn’t have been able to do it if I had to do a ‘proper’ job at the same time. 


Compost bins, built by Leo, my pride and joy!


The Beds

Half of one of the plots was put aside to be cleared of weeds long-term, using black sheet mulch in preparation for apple trees in the autumn.  I wanted to use the space immediately though to increase my annual yield.  My new allotment buddy Burt had given me some Pumpkin seeds he’d saved, so I used this area to grow them along with some Butternut squash.  To prepare I dug ten holes (about ½ m in diameter), loosened the subsoil and mixed some well-rotted manure with the topsoil.  After covering the area, including the holes, with two sheets of mulch (pegged down with home made wire staples) I cut little crosses over the prepared holes planted the pumpkin and squash through the cuts, and watered thoroughly. 



Although slow growing to start with, the sheet mulch was completely covered by the huge pumpkin and squash plants for most of the growing season and we had masses of fruits.    So, even though it was an area being cleared using a long-term technique I was still able to get an incredible amount of food from it at the same time.

The planting scheme I used was based on a simple 8 yr rotation with each species planted in small raised beds arranged in equidistant blocks.  I surrounded each bed with crimson clover, phacelia, buckwheat or tagetes.  This helped to keep the sides of the raised beds together and also provided an undisturbed labyrinth of corridors around the beds for wildlife.  When July came, the change in the plots was awesome.  Everything I had sown had grown. 



I decided on raised beds because of the soil depth/quality issues.  They were created by removing the couch, loosening the subsoil, carving out 40cm paths either side and putting the unturned soil on top of the bed.  Each of the beds is 1m wide, and as yet have not been permanently edged, (the materials haven’t made themselves available yet). 




Rainwater Collection


The plan was for us to locate a large water butt between the shed and the greenhouse in order to collect rainwater from both roofs at a single point.  Lucky for us we were given a professionally reclaimed bulk container.



It would have been used for storing liquid chemicals, but now it’s being used to store up to 1000 litres of water. The container is raised up on reclaimed concrete blocks and is a perfect vertical space for some climbers next year.


The Open Day


In July we had an open day at the allotment site.  There were so many people on my plot that I hid behind the shed.  But, I soon got found out and had a queue of people asking questions and wanting a tour.  It was wonderful.  They loved the diversity of flowers and veg all happily growing together.  They were inspired by the pond and habitats. More than once I heard an excited adult singing out and pointing at the Dragonfly and it’s mate ‘doing the business’ and laying.


The wildlife pond, bigger than I expected.  Broke my back digging it out!


Some people were scribbling down old varieties and names of green manures, talking excitedly about where they could grow them in their gardens or allotments.   The comment most repeated was that it reminded them “of their Grand parents garden”.  Butterflies, Ladybirds, Dragon, Damsel and Hover flies, bumble and honey bees, the place sang with busyness.  They said it felt alive. This was the most wonderful compliment.  Not that it was my compliment to accept; it was nature that inspired them, not me.  The truth is that there was a concentration of nature in one place, where no one expected it to be. 


Pond wildlife.  Dragonfly leaving their nymph bodies!  This happened so many times, I and many others have lost hours watching the pond.  Leo had to build a special viewing platform.


I made a welcome sign for the main entrance to the plots, which bore the date of when we first started – March 2004.  Not one person could believe it, they had forgotten things want to grow.  If you make space for plants they fill it, only too happily if it's the right place.




Many people were interested in ideas on how to supress weeds, pests and diseases without using chemicals.  Which was easy to explain because I could just show them living examples. 

Some of the guy’s that have been on the site for over 25 years, following the same routines, have told me that after seeing how my plots have developed, they will re-think how they grow their crops from now on.  Mixing their veg planting with some flowers, creating some wood piles, putting up wildlife boxes, reducing (and in some cases stopping) pesticide & herbicide use.  They weren’t sure at first, but they’re sure now.  That’s got to be a result!


The ubiquitous permaculture herb spiral. 


And so to Bed


We are in the process now of putting the soil to bed – mulching for the winter, planting a hedge and some apple trees, and building wildlife habitats.  I’m going to plant some more Willow too, as a windbreak on the South West corner, as that’s where the worst of the wind comes from.

After spending so much time with the plots over the past 10 months I can work in a more harmonious way, and understand their needs, and mine, much better.

It’s not appropriate for everyone to do their growing on this scale to start with.  “The best size of veg plot for an inexperienced person is 3x3m” – Patrick Whitefield.  Which is great because the average garden nowadays isn’t much bigger than that.  The area I grow veg in works out at about 10mx4m (not including the paths in between).  The rest is there for wildlife, fruit and playing with.


This is the larvae of the Puss Moth.  It lives on Willow (and Poplars too).  It was a really exciting find on the allotment Willow!


I’ve always moved around, living in rented accommodation, never putting down any roots.  Even now I don’t know where I’ll be next year.  I realised that my desire to grow things went beyond just producing food.  It’s the soil, wildlife, everything that needs to be nurtured, even if it is just for a year or a few months.  We can positively impact the little bit of Earth under our feet, regardless of whether or not we’re there to benefit from it.  So, if you are anything like I was and are waiting till you’ve got your own bit of land, my advice is - don’t, live like there’s no tomorrow and get out there and grow your leeks in a bucket if you have to.