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. I think they feared being dragged prematurely into middle age. After complex labour negotiations we compromised with playing Steve Wright in the Afternoon on Radio 1.Radios are equally essential for potting shed and greenhouse jobs; pricking out

Sometimes it seems like I've had the allotment forever - I just can't imagine life without it. It seems so long ago when I look back to the early days - no shed, no raised beds, only weeds and lots of work to do.I think we got most things right when

The weather has been great recently, perfect for doing some much-needed lawn care and maintenance. Earlier this year, amid heavy rain, we laid a shed base and erected a shed on it. We used a mini-digger and dumper, and, of course, wrecked the lawn

are out there gardening (or those looking for an excuse to be out of the house - sometimes rain dripping down your neck can seem a much more attractive option than ironing).You could pass some time tidying the shed or pootling around in the greenhouse

queen wasp making a nest in the shed. Much as I like wasps, and no matter how long I bang on about them being 'the gardener's friends' - helpful, interesting and attractive - I can't have a nest of 10 thousand of them guarding the rakes and spades

in March. Not this time though! I'm determined to forge ahead this winter and have planned a couple of projects to get my teeth into, including building another compost heap and painting the shed. Not only have I convinced myself that these projects

to integrate some 'planned' piles of logs and prunings at the back of borders for these creatures, but they often have their own preferences for sheds and sheltered corners.The untidy gardener in me can use all those piles of autumn leaves and debris around

the plot in the mornings at the weekend or on weekday evenings to avoid the hottest part of the day. It's also a good idea to create a shady area on your plot - unfortunately the only shade on my plot is in my shed, but that's often hotter than outside.

the top) and he promptly rolled into a ball. Vic, my neighbouring plotter, grabbed some gloves to move him as he was right in the path, and I took a quick photo with my phone. We put him down by the shed and he scuttled off underneath it. I really hope he

to be seen. My first inclination was to blame local 'youths'. Perhaps the same ones who had, a couple of years ago, started a camp fire next to our shed and ended up burning the whole place down. The netting over the bed was more or less in place, but I could