Posts Tagged ‘ Pottering ’

I rounded the corner whistling away to a tune on the iPod and came face to face with this scene of blunt trauma nastiness. Blasted vandals. Not worth getting upset about it though and as my trangia and ‘room of one’s own’ mug were still intact, I managed to start the whistling again. I...
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I went to the plot this weekend with the intention of digging over acres of land ready for mammoth spud burying activities on Good Friday but the ground was too soggy for me to bother. I did a bit of shed tidying instead and laid out a load of the bargain seed potatoes that...
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I had a phone call this morning reminding me that this was the perfect week to hide my abyssmal firestarting skills. What better than bonfire night (week) to hide a terribly smokey attempt at a fire/smouldering embarassment? Having received much advice of the paraffin/petrol variety, I thought I was assured a bonfire of truly...
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I escaped to the coast for most of the bank holiday to get some essential swimming prep under my belt, but today I was free to catch up on some much needed admin on the plot. All the spuds have been dug and bagged, the mid summer peas have been ripped up and the...
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It’s been pouring with rain fairly solidly for last 3 days but perversely I had to go down to the plot this evening to do some watering. That’s the trouble of having some crops under cover. The plot looked satisfyingly lush and the seed heads were majestic. I left absolutely soaked but satisfied with...
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Thanks for all the graffiti advice in the comments to the last post. I took the train to the plot at the weekend and discovered that every single flat surface (mostly sheds) facing the platform had been scrawled over with the silver spray paint. It looked a bit grim and so I decided that...
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So, what do I do? Re-paint or leave?
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Thought I’d test the progress with the spuds today. There has been so much rain that I imagined whopping great sacks of juicy tubers sitting under the mounds of earth. My Mum had advised gently exploring the soil around the plant rather than digging the whole thing up but I didn’t find anything with...
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Gordon Bennett, those weeds are growing like crazy. I made an attempt on the optimistically named carrot bed and retrieved enough speedwell and thistles to fill a compost barrel. I also uncovered the carrot, previously presumed abducted. It appears alive and well, unless it’s one of those annoying weeds that masquerade as the spitting...
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My parents arrived today, searching for grandkids as predicted. Finding the flat childless, they were persuaded to walk along to the allotment in search of productivity. There I handed them a fork each and set them off at either end of the row of manky cabbages in a horticultural dig out. Mum won of...
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