I have been finding bits of clay pipes on the allotment but this one is special. It has got a name stamped on it and the surface feels glazed, somewhat creamy yellow and smooth.


We did a bit of detecting online and found something. It is quite clear the maker’s name is John Horne and in the attached document he can be found on page 12. This is the very first time my find had a name on it. I will send an email to the authors of this document, attach my photo and hope to get an answer.


I think I am catching up with myself. It takes some effort, especially yesterday (Saturday) and today. Friday was a good working day too and after all this effort I am almost done. Yesterday I managed to finish one half of a plot I share with my friend, she did too. On my half I have more raspberries, two rows of potatoes and the rest is ready with structures for growing climbing beans. It was very successful last year, I have only just finished the last of the dried beans.


This is my more unusual find – marbles. Last year I found at least a dozen and thought that I would get no more. These were in the same area as last year. No idea how they got there but I like them.

Today I completed another net cage – it was a sorry-looking greenhouse without glass that Simon gave me last year. We placed it between my fruit cage and the large brassica cage – a perfect fit. It took an hour to do it – I have got a tried and tested method. More covered ground to grow things that our greedy pigeons would love to eat.


I also finished sowing some more carrots, parsnips and beetroot, so this plot is finished too. All that is left is one half where I will grow my courgettes and pumpkins.


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


clay pipes!

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!