The story starts.................

After some frantic pruning of the hawthorns and brambles encircling the gate, entry was gained into the dense undergrowth of plot B224. I had been told by the Allotment officer that the plot was the best on offer, and had been previously cleared about 18 months ago, and that black polythene sheeting had been laid to keep the weeds down. After a awhile of slashing around the undergrowth it was realised that we were now the proud owners of a jungle, and that under layers and layers of bindweed and brambles we were now the guardians of a rather large greenhouse, or rather the shell of a greenhouse filled with brambles. A little while later I discovered a shed covered in creepers.