tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839994621018237279.post1307522265846861178..comments2021-11-21T08:46:18.885+00:00Comments on transition city allotment: the march of the greenhouse ( or, why did the greenhouse cross the road ?)kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944023957879667943noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839994621018237279.post-91179438540996686432008-07-24T20:04:00.000+01:002008-07-24T20:04:00.000+01:00I'm convinced that the fennel is a parsnip in disg...I'm convinced that the fennel is a parsnip in disguise.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839994621018237279.post-65553517835907025292008-07-22T12:49:00.000+01:002008-07-22T12:49:00.000+01:00Yep, we did it... we walked a greenhouse from Beke...Yep, we did it... we walked a greenhouse from Bekesbourne to Canterbury and it now stands proudly on our allotment, waiting for its base to go down and the glass to be replaced.<BR/><BR/>It was a beautiful morning on Sunday, though a tad windy, as the volunteers gathered for the off. Ashley came with 3 pneumatic wheels (sadly he couldn't find the fourth), but it soon became apparent that they couldn't be fitted well enough to be of use, so we stuck with plan A: to carry the beast. Jo did a fantastic job of making a banner, just to let everyone know what it was all about and then we were off! Nick, Lisa, Jo, Geoff, Ashley, Mark and me, with Christina in the safety car, set off along School Lane with the best wishes of our benefactors (the Clark family) ringing in our ears. I have to say that I was a little anxious about joining Station road, as it's the main road to Howletts zoo and I reckoned it was going to be busy, but Mark and Lisa did a fantastic job of marshalling the traffic around us and we arrived safely onto the private road that leads straight from Patrixbourne to the Barton estate. From that moment, it was a pleasing walk through (mostly) open countryside, accompanied by plenty of banter and good humour. A couple of rest stops allowed aching arms to change position, so that no-one got the heaviest corner for too long and before we knew it, the spires of Bell Harry were in sight. Kathryn greeted us in her usual effervescent manner as we arrived at the allotment and we guided our burden perfectly through the gates with a real sense of achievement!Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434578997405565125noreply@blogger.com