I did a series of paintings and sketches of Riverside Allotments, they were already becoming neglected.  Half of the allotments were neat, 

with tidy rows of vegetables and the others were becoming overrun with explosive growth - tall grasses and even small trees.  Allotment holders recycled objects in interesting ways - an old bath as a water butt, rooflights used as cloches etc

It was obvious that they would soon be built on as they were by the river, in a prime site, the rents for the allotments were very small and their end was nigh.  They have since been closed and are due to be built on - really sad as there were foxes and all sorts of wildlife there in the middle of the city.

I did some digital work with images at sunset and called one The Dying of the Day from the poem.