How depressing.

Today I was going to update my allotment diary with the news that the season, for me, was officially over [1] and from now on it was tidying up and looking after the winter crops. Unfortunately we got to the plot to find the main gate had it's lock cut off and as we rounded the corner we could see the smoking ruins of our neighbour's sheds. The two allotments opposite. Dad went off to knock for Harry to let him know what had happened. People gathered and events were put together: fire engines were heard at 3 a.m. and I reckon they'd got one one plot and set fire to that shed and it had spread to the next.

No casualties apart from a potato and onion harvest, some locks and the fence between the plots (as that's how the firemen got through). I've taken my spare tools off the plot just in case they've got the taste for it.

[1] Courgettes pulled up last week, cucumbers this week. There's a few hopeful tomatoes still in the greenhouse but the main stuff is gone.