There is a neglected school allotment connected to where I work. I have looked longingly across the gated enclosure at the produce left to fend for itself. Once a project for the 'naughty kids' the plot has now been overtaken by nature and on the wild side of cultivation. One particular type of produce is doing well in its neglect - the rhubarb is abundant unlike mine at home (see above) that is failing to thrive.
I asked my line manager if I could possibly pick some rhubarb to take home and make a crumble and pick some more for the school kitchen. He was more than happy for me to do this and I spent a happy ten minutes harvesting the stems. I disturbed a young fox and he scrambled away into the distance.
I hope to spend more time at my 'secret' allotment garden. No one else seems to bother with it. It really is a haven among the chaos.