In my early teens my mum, Irene, bought me a brown Harris tweed sport coat – for Sunday best. It was one of the few items of clothing that I truly loved. As I was on my journey to 6’3”, taking account of the quality of Harris tweed, and the fact that there were only 52 Sundays in a year – I outgrew the jacket long before it was past its best. Andy had topped out at 5’9”, the jacket fitted him like a glove and he claimed it for his 500yd walk to the allotment. He wore it til it was way past its best.
His pal Jackie, from Shildon, with whom a lifelong friendship struck up through a mutual love of pigeons, used to visit us two or three times a year – making the 30 mile journey in his Triumph Herald. On one trip he brought me a gift – his allotment coat- a khaki jacket, well worn with a multitude of pockets. Jackie was not in the best of health and had recently given up his pigeons and allotment. At the time I neither appreciated the jacket nor the sentiment behind the gift. This had been one of Jackie’s treasured items, something he wore every day, more a friend than a piece of clothing, and he was not ready to give it up. He did not have a son, and in giving it to me he wanted to both extend its usefulness and pass on the feeling of wellbeing it had generated for him. The jacket is long gone but not the thought.

Now in the 5 weeks that the phase 2 project was underway I wore this fleece everyday – the only variable being the number of layers that were beneath it – it can get mightily cold in GA. It is an M&S creation, circa 1990 and whilst not one of my favorites, I have become quite fond of it. It has a hole in the back, black stain (from staining the raised bed) down the front and bits of soil and mulch in the pockets. It is definitely past its best, may not be an Andy or Jackie “type” jacket but it has a place in the story of the AndAllenGarden.








































