Carole Cadwalladr writes about allotments in The Observer

and she rocks.  She gets it, unlike the recent sneering bilgefest in the Observer’s daily sister paper The Guardian.  Carole is on the local council’s allotment waiting list.  In her own words…

I’m delighted to report that I’m 871 on my council’s
allotment list. In 2008, 18 plots came up, so it’s just a matter of
sitting out the next 48 years. It’s good to have something to look
forward to and, as long as I don’t do something premature, like die,
I’m sure that taking up heavy digging in my 80s will be most rewarding.

Putting land into food production, reducing the number of Londoners making high-carbon demands on the food supply chain and packaging industry would be a worthwhile thing to do, I’d have thought.  Especially in a place like London where all the food has to be flown, shipped and trucked in.  That is one fragile supply chain and a vulnerable city that is two missed meals away from anarchy.  I’d give Carole and the other 870 would be allotmonauts some land.  Fast.