It is a spring Sunday morning and there is a slight warmth in the sun. I take a walk up through Hampstead to the allotment. Past the shops teeming with customers, the gathering of Deliveroo riders waiting on pastry orders.
I am here to check on the progress of the “new” daffodils, our older narcissi. They are slower to grow here in soil at the high top of the hill than in pots on the roof terrace at home. Our autumn-sown edible leaves are waking from winter dormancy. Growing faster now in the slightly warmer, longer days. The chicories have revived. The frilled mustards, too.
