As I walked down the central path to my allotment garden I started wondering what the hell I was doing here. The cold air penetrated through my coat and jumper, wrapping itself around my body, gripping hard as it did.
Opening the shed door and the key snapped off, what a great start. I managed to get into the shed and put the kettle on. Plenty of water and milk available, at least something was going right.
The plan was to create a protective box using polystyrene sheets that I had collected before Christmas via a local facebook exchange group. But this harsh wind blowing across the plot was telling me to pack up and go straight home.
I placed a sheet of quite thick polystyrene sheet under the mushroom container box with the dahlias inside it. Other sheets I lent up against the sides and put a few on top. This is only a temporary measure until I can build and glue a box together with a sheet of glass for the lid. I must try and keep the frost off the dahlia tubers otherwise they will be no good later in the year.
Even inside my blue shed it can become frosty so I’m hoping that I’ve done enough to keep off the forecasted -1*c which is due to arrive later in the week.
I managed to find a spare lock and so finished my cup of tea, closed and locked the shed door then headed home to sit by the fire all evening and keep warm. It’s at times like these that I long for the warmer days of Spring to arrive sooner, than later.