When I first started working on the allotment I met an elderly lady who lived at the back of our site. Her husband was used to have a plot and to make his life easier as he got older he made a gate in his back fence to come to the site. He died some years ago but Enid, his widow, came to see us all, have a chat and give me some empty jam jars she saved for me. In return I always gave her some of my veg – I think she was lonely and coming to see us reminded her of times gone by.
If I remember correctly she told me that a long time ago, around the year 1900 or even earlier, before our area became an allotment area it was a rubbish tip. That would explain things I keep finding. Alas, nothing of great value, no Saxon hoard but
They are very fragile, nevertheless some bowls survived and even after a number of years digging there, they keep coming. I’m sure I’ll find some more this year. I was tempted with the ‘no dig’ method but decided against it, just to see what else might come up.
Never lose hope and keep digging!