I don’t normally wander into the gardening pages but this by Monty Don rather amused.
This is – or damn well should be – the age of the allotment. We need to
Dig for Sanity. There is, rightly, a lot of hostility to the way that
supermarkets operate a food tyranny pumping out bland, uniform products
with little respect for health, taste or provenance and killing local
growers and shops in the process – despite the occasional cheeky young
chappie brought in to sanitise their image. But small shops are
growing. Farmers’ markets are particularly successful in cities, and
for the first time since the war it is reckoned that vegetable seeds
will outstrip flower seeds in 2006.
So the supermarkets run a food tyranny but local shops and farmer’s markets are growing. Some tyranny, eh?
The importance of this is the empowerment that it gives people, however
small or seemingly insignificant their gardens might be. If you can
grow anything edible, be it running multiple allotments (this summer I
visited a man in Nottingham who had had nine on the go at one time, but
at 76 he was now restricted to three crammed with superb vegetables) or
a pot by the back door, you can step off the remorseless food
treadmill. It is surprising how liberating this is. A few lettuces,
nectarines, spuds or artichokes suddenly free you up. You don’t have to
knuckle under the brutal supermarket regime. Once you engage with the
simple enough business of feeding yourself, of soil and water, weather,
season and harvest, it becomes personal. It is about you, your family
and friends. Food becomes an aspect of those relationships as well as
your intimacy with your plot.
Brutal supermarket regime. Ah, yes, that one of ever cheaper, cleaner food with ever more choice. Damn you capitalist pig dogs!
Isn’t it lovely to know that John Prescott’s planning rules for new buildings appear to outlaw the provision of houses with gardens?
Joined up government they call that.
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