TO GET TO Manor Garden Allotments, you have to walk through an East London urban savannah. Hovering awkwardly on the edge of the city, it’s an area of passings-through and temporary resting places. Wide roads hostile to pedestrians whizz cars in and out of the city while a canal passes quietly below, slipping down to the docklands. There’s a travellers’ camp, a bus depot, a scrapyard. Security fences protect vast storage units for objects awaiting their homes.
In the middle of all this you stumble across a sign, painted in green on a strip of sheet and tied to a wire mesh fence: ‘Manor Garden ...
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