My dad had an allotment back in the late ’70s and I used to go down there with him to plant and weed and harvest. I remember the wonderful fruit and vegetables that people grew there, the seriousness with which they took their growing, and how much hard work it took to keep even a small plot at the allotments in good shape. I know I don’t have the time to look after one properly now, but I’m very fond of the strange mix of ramshackle sheds and highly ordered rows of plants that you find at a traditional allotment, it’s a unique landscape.
While I don’t have a plot myself, my friend Paul does and I’m sometimes treated to delicious produce. I go up there and take a few pics from time to time as I find the place a fascinating subject. I did these studies from some photos I took in the winter. I was amazed at how much was still being harvested throughout the winter and what was still growing.
Even on the dullest grey day the colour in the strawberry plants was stunning, the plants seeming to be both collapsing in on themselves and throwing out new shoots at the same time.
And while I’m no fan of Brussels sprouts, the winter plants made wonderful sculptural shapes to paint.
Now it’s spring and I know there’s lots of work to do up at the allotments. One day, maybe when I retire, I’ll have one of my own to potter around in, until then, I do enjoy drawing and sketching them 😉

























