Friday, 6 April 2012
A trip to B&Q later, for bags of horse shit and some wood, and as if by magic a raised bed was in place and the fun started. Another arm wrecking day of labour in the field resulted in the following transformation:
As can be seen, progress had taken a back step, and the curse of the farmer (black plastic) had taken root on my land. To be honest it was more crisp wrappers and carrier bags that people seem comfortable with tossing aside with reckless abandon. At least it wasn't as bad as the bag of empty beer cans somebody had thrown in near the pavement complete with a pint pot! What goes through their minds the roustabouts?!?!
Back to the good news, and the results of a hard (half) day in the field:
A satisfying day was rewarded by extreme muscle acheage for the next two days along with severely scratched hands. Not great when I had an interview for promotion the next day. The mild mannered ladies conducting the process must have wondered about the groaning skinhead with cuts all over his knuckles. It didn't go well, suffice to say...
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Two posts in a day! I'm getting the grip of this blogging lark. It looked like it was going to piss it down so at a suitable juncture I called it a day. No digging today but a load of clearing of bushes and prickles. Suede gloves will only do so much. I bear the scars of my labours with remarkable dignity.
As well as the now traditional aerial shot (costs me a fortune in helicopter hire I'm telling you) there are a few side by side compare and contrast pictures. Posh or what?
You can click on any picture to get a close up view of the muck and destroyed plants.
Back to work tomorrow so my super fast progress will be a thing of the past until Sunday when a full day will be put in. I'll hope to get a bit done each night, but the dark evenings are still upon us.
Monday, 8 March 2010
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Day one got under way and with a lot of trepidation I set out on my labours. It's the next morning now, and my aching arms are about to be abused again, but enough of my art pamphlet collection, back to it.
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
My only gardening experience is being made to mow the lawn as a youth. Now I'm in charge of the garden it's gone tits up!