When I registered my interest for a plot in Wales, I ultimately did so for myself. I did not think my father would be that overly interested in it, but I have been taken aback by his reaction, or should I say actions.
They first chopped and cut down the sharp lengthy brambles, stinging nettle and weeds. Then my father hired a rotavator and turned the soil to reveal deep red, hard, clay soil. I know using the rotavator is not a good move as you shred and turn the weeds in. In time these multiply and you have more tough weeds to contend with, but with the growing season passing us by, he was keen to get something in the solid ground now.
Anyway, unlike my fathers higgledy plot beds, I have carefully marked out 8 x 9 foot by 9 foot neat plots and staked them for when we can find, buy or acquire wood. For now they have been tied with jute string as a marker and reminder to nephews not to tread. As I have not yet made my move to Wales yet, I have only planted in two plots. I have given one over to my two helpful nephews. The other 5 to my parents to do with as they wish for now.