After many nights watching plot 4B there was no sign of the mystery owner or any work being done. The plot remained pristine and well cared for, with not a weed in sight. One balmy July evening Peaty Peat, Donna and Raised Bed Ron took their turn on the stake-out.They sat shoulder to shoulder as usual behind Donna’s shed eating biscuits, as others had done many times before.
“I know this might seem stupid,” said Peaty Peat very quietly to the other two. “But has anyone thought to ask the secretary who the plot is registered to?” “I’ve already thought of that,” said Donna, whispering. “I asked Jo who owned it and the strange thing is she doesn’t know.The owner of that plot pre-dates all of us and there are no records. Rent just arrives anonymously every year.” “What!They even pre-date old Fred on plot 2?” said Pete. “He’s been gardening on that plot since the year dot. He must be 104 at least. Does Fred know who they are?”