Sometimes I can be a daft creature. Yesterday we popped out to visit a friend’s new shed.

” Why have you called it I-ow-ee-ah” I asked

It turns out the shed is on allotment 101A. There was me thinking the shed had a Hawaiian name for serenity or bountiful but no just an utterly practical plot number.

Allotments at dusk are magical places. Peaceful to a point. This set of community allotments are very close to Plymouth Argyle Football Club, which has been hosting Tribute bands for the last few evenings.

We were wandering on random mown pathways listening to the soundtrack of my youth. The soundtrack that had been playing as I snogged and caressed handsome strangers in the Nightclubs and Discos of North East Essex. Some tracks progressed with me to London, more interesting nightclub encounters, a more worldly world.

But allotment blooms at dusk are equally as interesting as my distant 1970’s nightlife musings.

Abstract shapes more fascinating in the slowly fading light.

And then a sunflower on the last track of our evening wander, still bright in the fading light.