Now I am the most passionate of plotters but even I draw the line at gardening in the rain. I’m not talking about the occasional shower or even a bit of mizzle. No I’m talking about the torrential downpours that have been a feature here in Fleet over the past month. At the moment I’m only able to spend any significant time at Plot 15 when Bubs is at preschool. This means I have at best 4 hours on a Monday and Wednesday and an hour on Fridays. It’s pretty much guaranteed that on those days it will rain. It’s become so frequent that my family have nicknamed me Travis. As in “ Why does it always rain on me?! ” I’ve managed to snatch a few dry spells here and there, mostly in the evenings after Bubs has gone to bed, but for the most part the allotment has had to fend for itself and there have been a few losses as a result. My white onions (Snowball) went to seed and had to be pulled up. They didn’t go to waste though as I’ve minced them and popped them in the freezer. The...