Nina Nixon


I'm Nina, a photographer, film maker and forever wanderer.  Passionate about nature, the great outdoors and all of life's adventures.  This is the place where I keep all my 'field notes'


There's a certain sense of community at the allotment that I really, really like...... a lot.  Even though us, as newbies since last October have very little clue of who's who.

But we all seem to pull together - well it feels like it - working towards the same or a similar goal on our own little patch of earth, even though we all do tend to keep our heads down - most days - quietly carrying on with the jobs in hand, cracking on with the most urgent stuff and 'I'll think about that tomorrow' fluffing over the not so urgent stuff.

And we are really lucky to have the loveliest of people up at our end. 

From the friends we know a little too well, to the faces we've smiled at every day, passing each other for the past four years, until we both (as families) took over plots that sit back to back to one another and we finally got to say 'hello' properly.  To the lovely old gents (old hands at this allotment malarkey) that pass on superb information with a little bit of history and gossip thrown in for good giggle measure.

I wouldn't say all of the above are the sort of people to down tools on unity and sit and enjoy a cuppa with, with the exception of the friends...we know very well...but then who am I to pass judgement, we haven't really had the chance to get to know each other well enough, to just sit mooching around enjoying our productive growing efforts, swapping stories of our produce joys and woes.

I think the weather has kind of taken that enjoyment out of us all this growing season as we all struggle in our own different ways with weeds and slugs and snails.

But at the weekend I kind of caught the briefest of snapshots of how I've wished it would (could) be.

Our fellow allotment back to back friends were enjoying the last of the days rays, eating supper as a family cooking up the goodness they had grown right there on a little open fire as I snipped and passed sweet peas over to eager little hands.

We swapped nasturtium flowers with our 'know really well' friends for purple mange tout - which I've been nibbling on raw for the best part of this week.

Green garlic has been baked by the bulb most evenings, drizzled in a healthy amount of olive oil. Smashed new potatoes have featured a lot and strawberries are ripening faster then we can pick them - a bit like the sweet pea which are just starting to appear in the garden as well 'oh heavens' - and are being transformed into everything from ice cream to jam, sorbets and mousse. The strawberries that is NOT the sweet pea......I don't think you can, really.

It's all starting to feel a bit like an allotment 'swap shop' and do you know what - that's the best bit of all.

Community - now that's what it's all about......and a little hard work and growing too.

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