
The allotment holds a curious place in Englishmen’s hearts. A haven from home, where people can toil, relax or commune with nature. Trouble is, being more greenhouse than Grindhouse, Grow Your Own has a whiff of something uprooted from Sunday-night telly. In other words, your mum would love it. But Richard Laxton’s comedy-drama also has a real heart and charm that defies cynicism, batting away the spectre of Alan Titchmarsh for an hour and a half.
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