My allotment was once a casual hobby. Since lockdown, it's become a lifeline | Alice O'Keefe

Growing our own potatoes is fun - but the pandemic and looming trade deals have exposed Britain's fragile food securitySmugness is a well-documented side-effect of having an allotment, and at this time of year, with raspberries, gooseberries, currants, new potatoes and other goodies ripening and making it to the table, the condition becomes particularly acute. "Notice anything about these spuds?" I can't help myself asking, faux-casually, over dinner. "And how about the chard? Particularly delicious, no?" To which the only acceptable answer, clearly, is a chorus of: "Oh yes, I noticed that immediately, I've never tasted such magnificent chard in my life." (For some reason, this is not a response that comes naturally to my children.)Many plot-holders will be even more insufferable this year, as we've had so much more time than usual to spend tending our plots. Allotments have been open throughout lockdown, designated as safe spaces for daily exercise. I nearly gave mine up before the pandemic, as I was too busy working and socialising to keep the weeds at bay. Boy, am I glad I kept it: as a mother of two energetic boys without much outdoor space at home, our plot has been a lifeline. Continue reading...