Arthur Parkinson marvels at the spectacular sheds of Stoney Road Allotments.
I love allotment spotting from the train. On a recent journey, the carriage was so packed that I had to stand in the dark connecting part, which felt like being held within the body of a wiggly, fat caterpillar. Seeking some decent air and daylight, I walked into the almost empty first-class carriage and stood fixedly looking out of the window, making sure I didn’t catch the eye of any of…
