The gardener, with his spade and hoe, Works in the sun and rain and snow; He digs and plants and waters too, And watches over what he grew He tends the flowers with loving care And prunes the branches here and there; He weeds the beds and mends the fences And gathers up the fallen senses He is a lover of the earth, And all the wonders it gives birth; He is a lover of the bloom And all the fragrant, sweet perfume The gardener is a patient man, He works from dawn as much he can; And when the day is done and he's through, He looks with pride at what he grew So let US all be gardeners fair, And tend to life with love and care, And watch the seeds we plant come through, To bloom and flourish, strong and true. RIP Liam

Liam's passing came as such a shock to his many friends on the allotment.He was always generous with his advice ,especially to newcomers,and with his time and energy whilst on the committee .You always left his company the wiser, and invariably laughing. The place won't be the same.Our condolences to his brother ,Pat, and other family .Brendan and Caroline Culkin

So sad to hear this news - he was always so kind and helpful to me on the allotments. I particularly recall taking a number of late night shifts with him when the allotments were being broken into by persons unknown. My condolences to his loved ones