When I got on the early train to London and a day at the High court I really didn't know what to expect. After a quick trip on the circle line, I arrived at Temple. A few early protesters had arrived and were setting up banners on the railings outside the court.
After a few minutes a voice blasted out from my left. " I told you not to come dressed as a scarecrow Jerry" the unmistakable voice of the Farm Terrace Allotments spokesperson, Sara Jane Trebar, dressed in her battle fatigues for the day had arrived.
I was immediately tasked with attaching things to the railings with a "come on Jerry make yourself useful" call. Boy does she know how to organise a party. Still think she should have got the kids to make the posters
All too quickly we were dashing for court, but due to numbers the public area was soon full. The first "you couldn't make it up" moment followed with the usher managing to break the key in the lock of the extended upstairs seating area.
The Judge, who looked like a cross between Captain Mainwearing and Reg Holdsworth (No disrespect Your Lord, it was the angle I was viewing you from) was advised of the unhappy punters waiting outside. Another row of seating was quickly organised and we were in
The Barrister for Farm Terrace got to his feet and started dismantling The secretary of states flawed decision
After some great legal chat, we broke for lunch, this intrepid reporter managed a lion bar a bag of quavers and an energy drink. A sing song orchestrated by SJT
followed along with a BBC interview
It was at this point that I noticed she had changed for the afternoon session, ha ha ha, but who am I to laugh with my chilli crocs....
The afternoon was more legal argument, not sure who won, but all that can be said is the Farm Terrace Allotment fight goes on.
A great turn out from a dedicated gang of allotmenteers, who turned up in numbers after a long hard slog and deserve all our thanks and support for their efforts so far