Allotments

I am always a little bit surprised when walking along the cycle path by Warriston and spying the sea of allotments hiding just out of view behind the trees. It's a strange other world in Edinburgh that I forget exists. Square after square of tiny gardens, and little sheds, all thrown together in an eclectic miss-mash.
It may be a bit of an eyesore to some, but it evokes for me childhood memories of picking Strawberries in the garden with my Grandpa. (Excuse my over sentimentality).

I do wonder who these mystery gardeners are... I very rarely see anyone using them.