This is what my space means to me…
Journalist Ella Walker, 29, and her boyfriend Sam, took over part of Sam’s father’s allotment near their home, which hadn’t been used for about three years.
Each plot has its own shed, taps and water butts and there are shared wheelbarrows.
“It was a mess. We had to dig it all up, which is still an ongoing process, but we inherited a couple of apple trees and three rhubarb plants,” she recalls.
“Before we got into gardening, we’d been growing chilli plants on our windowsill and filled our window boxes with herbs, but we wanted more space. There was no chance of us getting a garden, so an allotment seemed the next best thing.
“It’s just so lovely going there. You feel you’ve escaped from reality. A couple of hours disappear and your brain just empties.”
They are now growing blackberries, raspberries, rhubarb, kale, leeks and strawberries. Another allotment holder has given them two vines.
“Making time for it is the hardest thing,” she agrees. “I try to go once a week, but if I miss a week, it’s very demoralising because all the weeds have come up.
“It’s very sociable though – everyone chats. There’s a Portuguese collective and they’ve all got plots together and they’re always out cooking sardines.
“And because we were new and the youngest people on the plot, everyone always gives us tips, whether we want them or not!”