OK, so I’m still reading Harry Potter obsessively, but I have been good and I have some veg news for you all.

Earlier this year I harvested my first lot of veg (although, I really think of rhubarb as fruit) at my allotment. A week or so ago Mum and I hotfooted it up to the allotment to harvest our first crop of Charlotte spuds. As you can see from the pic, they are a good size thus far. We have loads more to get out of the ground, so looking forward to going up there in a day or so (inbetween the intervals of rain) and getting some more. My first portion of Charlotte potatoes were simply boiled - and they are so tasty that they didn’t need anything fussy doing to them. I’ve found Charlottes are a winner in the early potato category, because they’re very creamy and melt-in-the-mouth. I also had enough to use in a leek, onion and potato soup. Using fresh ingredients makes a world of difference. You can just tell when you’re cutting and chopping - the knife slides through, there’s no leathery texture. Everything just screams “I’m fresh! I’m tasty! Eat me!”. So I do, thank you very much.

The red onions just need a little while longer, and then they’ll be ready for pulling up. The onions have gone great guns on the allotment this year. My Smallest Smallholding onions are struggling in comparison. They look a bit weedy and underfed, so I’ll have to review the situation and see if there’s anything I can give them to help them along. Granted, I did put them in later than their allotment counterparts, but still, they’re obviously lacking something. I’m hoping to make a lovely warm potato salad with the red onions and Charlotte or Pink Fir Apple potatoes from the allotment - and then cheat a bit by adding a dash of Pizza Express dressing on top. Makes my taste buds rev into gear just thinking about it.

I also have a few pods of broadbeans, but I was a bit quick off the mark and shelled them far too quickly. I didn’t know what to do with them, and as a result they went really wrinkly and leathery and I couldn’t use them. Which is a real shame. More thought, less haste! I understand now why pea companies are always boasting about ‘field to freezer’ within the hour. It really has to be that fast. The rest of my broadbeans look a bit miserable, thanks mostly to the blackfly that have plagued them since March. I don’t expect I’ll be getting another decent sized crop. But then I did plant about 4 plants per beanstick, which was just way too optimistic. I’ll give myself 5/10 for the broadbeans. Maybe I’ll try them again next year.

I have been very pleasantly surprised over the past few months with my new(ish) allotment. I am from a generation that don’t greet each other in the street with a smile and a hello, even if there’s miles of lone pavement and only you and the other person crossing paths.

I was surprised when my other half Rich came up to live with me, and he’d say hello to people as we passed them while out walking in our local park. I was even more surprised when they smiled and said hello back! He said he’d always done it when walking his dog back home - I found it a strange phenomenon, but in time have come to do it more readily now.

But down at the allotment, almost from day one for me, there has been a sort of camaraderie, where everyone says hello and has a quick chat regardless of whether you’re a newbie or an old boy.

My neighbour on one side is a young woman in her 30s, really lovely and on the occasions that we’re there at the same time, we exchange greetings, have a quick chat about how things are going. I still don’t know her name though! On the other side is a woman in her 50s or 60s, who came over to have a chat the first time we were both working on the same afternoon.

Further up is an old boy who launched into conversation as I made my way up my allotment sidepath. Very open, had a chuckle. It’s nice. Another young guy in his late 20s waved at me and my Mum as we drove out of the allotments one day.

As I said, I have been part of a generation that looks the other way, bows their head or pretends to rummage around in a bag or wallet, fiddle with a mobile phone or iPod. Anything not to make uncomfortable eye contact, to acknowledge someone else is there. Having an allotment for me has partly opened me up to the art of conversation with strangers. Strangers who, through conversation, become familiar acquaintances. And perhaps one day, even friends?

Let’s say things have been a bit…..tight around here. Of course it’s rude to talk about money (apparently), but a couple of unpaid invoices, a backlog of work thanks to my back episode last week, and a few other factors have meant that Rich and I are…well…a bit broke.

I would love to wholeheartedly blame oil prices and rising food prices. I know that they have played a small part - after all, the cost of living has increased noticably, particularly the last gas & electric bills we had despite our best efforts to keep them as low as possible. But the simple fact is that having two of us self-employed has it’s downsides. And this is one of them. Work, and payment in particular, can be sporadic and unreliable. Especially when you rely on people paying invoices on time, and for whatever reason, it doesn’t happen.

Rich would be fine if he didn’t have me to contend with too. It’s me that’s the problem really.

I’ve almost cleared our cupboards out, trying to come up with meals using tins of kidney, cannellini or pinto beans, boxes of passata, potatoes, carrots et al. My store cupboard staples are diminishing. The freezer is emptying, now resident to unhelpful things like frozen filo pastry and 18 month old Quorn bangers. Even the car is running on fumes now.

But we’re getting perilously close to not having anything to eat, and not being able to go food shopping until next week. So far today I had to skip breakfast (not such a problem, as I was lazy and didn’t get up until mid morning), nicked a packet of Hula Hoops from my Mum’s house en route to see Nannie in hospital, came home and ate the remnants of some chewy bitesize shredded wheat, and to finish had a slightly stale roll with some spread in it. Rich ate some raw cabbage for lunch. It’s a bit desperate, but I can’t help but feel amused by it. If my Mum knew the exact circumstances she’d probably fall over with worry. Of course the animals eat better than we do. I can go a few days eating stale bread and ancient frozen food. I don’t expect them to ’suffer’ because of *my* lifestyle choice.

Anyway, this has all go me thinking about my vegetable plots and allotment. Nothing is quite ready to harvest yet, apart from some rhubarb (ooo…I have fat, sugar and flour, I could make a crumble) . I can’t wait until I can drastically reduce my food shopping bill and gobble my vegetables. I can make a meal out of almost anything, and when you have a glut of potatoes, carrots, onions, garlic and turnips, you’re forced to get creative.

With things being a bit brassic, I’m wondering if I could chance an early raid on the potatoes. My radar onions are almost there, they’ve got smallish bulbs on them (one bolted, mnargh!), but I’m holding off on pulling them just yet. A few rogue potatoes from last year’s Charlotte crop popped up amongst the onions. One has started flowering, so I think that could be of great help.

At the end of this growing season, I’m definitely going to look into successive growing and all year round crops. I just can’t be doing with extra stresses on top of everything else. Once we start harvesting our fruit and veg, a little weight will be lifted from my shoulders.

This weekend I finally finished digging out the big veg plot. It’s not that big really - it’s only about 5 or 6 metres long, but when you consider that I have a crappy back, and Rich resolutely left me to do it all myself, you can understand why it’s been quite an undertaking for me. I managed to unearth about 12 small bag’s worth of rubble and hardcore (bricks, ceramic roof tiles, drainage pipes etc), about 30 ant’s nests (hens ate the eggs, bit of a delicacy) and untangled an underground thicket of root systems.

Last time we went down to Biggin Hill to see Rich’s family, his Dad gave me two bags of compost which have been put to use in the plots. Otherwise I’d be growing vegetables in dirty sand. The soil is so poor that I think it’s going to need some super manuring, conditioning and feeding over the winter. Still, my Autumn King carrots like it, despite their daily dose of being rolled and slept on by Lilla the cat. And the Hercules onions are coming along. I’m hoping to get my ’snips in (for a roast dinner without ’snips is a sad sight to behold) too.

A couple of days ago I also moved my tent cloche (another gift from Rich’s parents) to cover my newly transplanted Kilaxy cabbages. I’d started them off in seed modules outside, and they’d vastly outgrown my Primo cabbages that had been sown earlier. So I decided now was a good time to transplant them. I took the seed tray off the garden table and put it down beside me whilst I made little holes for the cabbages to go in. My back had been turned for a few seconds, during which time Yoko had strode over and discovered a tray of tasty morsels.

In the space of about 10 seconds, she’d decimated about 5 of my cabbages. Good work, Yoko. I think she thought she was helping - a sort of quality control and selection process, as I always make a point of growing a few extras. Feeling that her work was done, Yoko soon got bored and wandered off somewhere else leaving me to plant in the remaining cabbages. I didn’t want to take any chances though, and staked down my tent cloche. Because I actively encourage the birds to come and feed, I don’t want to inadvertantly invite a load of pot-bellied woodpigeons down to finish off the rest. I still have a tray left to plant down on the allotment, but have nothing to cover them in. So there it’ll be a case of blind, foolish beginner’s luck where brassica growing is concerned.

Today though, I have to resign myself to a few hours of cleaning. So I’m just about to brandish my Mum’s super duper Dyson in one hand (our vacuum is, for want of a better word, crap) and a bottle of Bishop’s Finger real ale in the other. BORING!

Usually I would be moaning my socks off about the rain, the dreaded rain! But it’s actually a welcome relief, things were starting to look a bit parched, and I imagine my water butt is brimming again. Of course, it also saves me all the watering of an evening too. Not such a bad chore, but it’s good to have ‘free time’ to do other ’stuff’.

I haven’t really been that active at the Smallest Smallholding lately. Lots of work and stress in other areas (praying for funds to clear, only to be bitterly disappointed that I am going to have to wait yet another weekend with not a penny to my name), as well as trying to forge ahead on the allotment. We are currently undertaking the UTTERLY BORING task of removing all the twitch in the ‘upper section’ of the allotment by fork and hand. It’s going in a metal bin to be burnt later on. I also cleared around the raspberries (still haven’t worked out whether they’re summer or autumn fruiting), and am currently sporting a slightly infected splinter wound, thanks to our ancient wooden-handled rake.

I managed to get at least 50 more sets of my Hercules onions in here at the Smallest Smallholding though, only 50 more to find space for. Although, if I’m honest with myself, I am really pushing it a bit now. Last year I got through 50 sets in around 3-4 weeks, and by August I had cleared them out. This year I hope at least my inability to plant anything on time has translated into a sort of successive planting plan, where I’ll be able to continually harvest. That’s the plan anyway. It really depends on the weather this year - I’m relying on another run of very mild weather to get everything going. And I’m also relying on Lilla, one of my cats, to NOT go under my fleece tunnels and dig up the onion sets. Or roll in my carrot seedlings and crush and/or displace them. I say rely - unfortunately Lilla is a law unto herself and despite my protests, she does as she pleases.

I still haven’t planted any sweetcorn, and let’s face it - I could be setting myself up for a big failure if I tried to do it now. Bunnies are chomping their way through sweetcorn like it’s going out of fashion, so I may have to resort to (shock! horror!) buying in some plugs to get a bit of a head start. I’m a bit funny about buying in plants from supermarkets or garden centres. I just feel like I haven’t had enough control over them, I can’t really say “look what I grew!” because I wasn’t responsible for the whole process. But then again, I bought my ‘leeklings’ from a WI stall last year, and leeched off someone else’s handywork and claimed those leeks as my own. It feels a bit different though, taking something from another gardener rather than a commercial outlet. Maybe I’m just far too puritan about these things.

My aubergines are going very well and need repotting now. Once the weather has improved a bit I’ll put a few of them outside the door to sell, along with my tomatoes. My tomatoes are gaining height as each day passes, quite spectacularly. I still can’t get over the fact that not long ago, they were tiny dormant seeds, and now look at them! This year I’ve been so much more regimented with my watering. I am a bad earth mother sometimes, but this year I am willing to face up to my failures and try to improve. My tomatoes suffered as a result of my haphazard watering schedule last year. We ended up with black rot under a lot of the fruit. And I had too many plants to contend with, so we ended up chucking lots of overripe tomatoes to the hens. I suppose that’s not such a bad thing, they gobbled the toms up with glee. Free food, and all that.

Oh, and the asparagus that are going to seed are looking glorious.

I am knackered. My sleep is going haywire and it’s been taking it’s toll on me.

And this post is a bit of a show and tell!

Yesterday though, I actually *finally* managed to get down to the allotment. Thankfully Mum had been down two or three times since my last visit, and it wasn’t in too bad shape. I weeded around the onions (because as all onion growers know, it’s vital to keep them weed free), hoed between the potatoes and started reeling in the blankets of chickweed that were threatening military dictatorship of my plot.

I was met by another nice surprise - we have a raised asparagus plot on our allotment. We snapped a bit off but it was tough as old boots and some stalks had already gone to seed, but nice to know for future reference. I already have a tonne of asparagus growing here at the Smallest Smallholding in the flower borders, but I let it go to seed because it’s so striking. Speaking of going to seed, the rhubarb had grown about 3ft since I last saw it, and was starting to flower. I pulled out the biggest leaves from the base in the vague hope that I’ll still be able to harvest some of the more tender rhubarb in the coming weeks…

All is going ok here. I’m still horribly behind with my sowing - sweet peas are so late now that they’re going to have to be sowed directly and I’ll hope for the best. I’ve saved some old squash bottles and cut them in half to make mini cloches, to try and protect the growing sweet peas from the clutches of enquiring hen beaks. The broad beans are coming along nicely though, despite also being about three months late. Cabbages - Primo and Kilaxy - are both coming along nice and despite being left outside in their seed modules have evaded the beady eyes of the woodpigeons.

My super duper early Tendersnax carrots are actually coming along quite nicely in the pots. I’ve been pricking them out two or three times a week, but I’m still sure I’ll only end up with enough carrots for about 2 meals. My directly sown early Nantes (I think? Still yet to put in labels) carrots are pushing through. They’ll be a bit of an experiment this year as I haven’t put ANYTHING of nutritional value into the soil yet. I might try and feed them as I go along…bit cobbled together but that’s just the way I seem to work at the moment. The tomatoes are going great guns in the conservatory, aubergines are coming along VERY nicely, and my other mystery seed trays are doing ok. The lavender and rosemary cuttings have been a bit of a disaster though, I think I neglected to water them enough and now I only have one surviving specimen of each.

The rabbits - or The BunBuns as they will be know as from hereonin - are getting through a bag of curly kale every day. So I think it’s time that I hunted down a packet of seeds and started to try and opt for the cheaper option of growing my own. Thing is, it probably won’t be ready until late autumn/winter. Oh well. There’s always next year. Trouble is, I am starting to run out of space, so I’m going to have to dig out yet another veg plot here. I haven’t even got around to finishing digging the other one yet. Hence why no parsnips or sweetcorn in the ground. Oh heck - HELLLLLLLLLLLLLP! My uncle has a turf spade which may help my plight, but it’s the digging out of the rubble (I still shake my fists at the builder that thought it was a good idea to bury it) that takes an age.

So on the agenda for next week (and yes, it’s late, I’m working at Lucy speed):

• Finally sow sweet peas direct (wildlife magnets)
• Sow sweetcorn in trays
• Sow butternut squashes (might try grow bags even though I intensely dislike them)
• Think about growing parsnips (and actually sow if have space)
• Get the last of the blasted potatoes in at SS (and enjoy very late crops of early and maincrop potatoes)
• Put in a few remaining onion sets (my version of successive sowing/growing)
• Get down the allotment and Weed for Britain

I think I need a new motto - “Better Late Than Never”

More pissy weather this week then. Hasn’t exactly been conducive to a lot of work. I haven’t been near the allotment for ages and I fear that Mr Mole has wreaked havoc with my onion sets and potatoes. Oh well, I never was really that bothered about planting in straight lines.

Urgh, the chicken saga continues. Sometimes I wonder whether I’m actually spinning around on some level of Dante’s spiral of Hell and damnation when it comes to grappling with sick hens. Oh of course, I’m being melodramatic. They seem ‘ok’ today - Yoko is in better spirits, having had a really good day on Monday, and then a couple of crap days. I think the breakthrough in sunshine today is helping. She has one or two days of baytril left, then we have to assess. She could be going in for a bit of a risky procedure to try and drain off some of the egg yolk in her abdomen.

Pattie laid a tiny ‘wind egg’ (a bit of egg white, aka albumen, no yolk laid in a shell about the size of a large grape) three days ago and hasn’t laid since. Apparently wind eggs (also known as cock eggs, since people once thought cockerels laid them, and fart eggs - can’t answer that one) are fairly common. But the problem is that Pattie hasn’t laid since. I have read that it can be something to do with coming to the end of a ’strain’ of eggs, and that it may take them a few days to get going again. But Pattie refuses to perch at night. Before Yoko comes in, she makes a beeline for the nest box, intending to settle down for the night. Cue the big bad Yoko who, thanks to her sterile EYP, needs the nestbox, Pattie is pushed out. At the moment Pattie is refusing to perch, which is worrying.

More worrying!

I had the rabbits out and about the other day. The hens were not too pleased, as they spied the rabbits charging about. Yoko assumed a rugby-type stance before pecking Smudge on the head for getting too close (I think Smudge was just coming up to investigate), and when Smudge did an about-turn and charged off, she was met by Maureen and Pattie. Pattie flapped her wings and both she and Maureen jumped on the poor wabbit. Chickens are so vicious sometimes. There’s no way I’d leave them out there unsupervised together. Smudge was fine though, I think she was just having fun running around under the hedges. She and Snoopy were doing lots of investigating.

I also brought them in last night to meet two of my cats. The other two live upstairs, they’ve sort of paired off and have their own private routes in and out of the house. Tortoise and Tom, the downstairs cats, weren’t too sure about bunnies charging around the living room. Tortoise is a moody mare sometimes, and she got in a right huff and grumbled as she waltzed off to the kitchen. I swear she was pouting. Tom is a lovely scallywag, totally in awe of Tortoise, sometimes nothing else in the world matters. He can be a bit dim and scatty, and didn’t seem bothered by the rabbits. Not even when Snoop worked out a route up onto the back of the sofa. Eventually they all settled down together, and by 11pm everyone was crashed out in the living room.

Right. Enough about animals.

SEEDS.

It’s going well!

My early Snowball Turnips have come up trumps - they’ve germinated really quickly under the fleece tunnel, so I’ll be pricking them out very shortly. Aubergines are going really well, although a couple withered and died in the seed tray. Peppers popped their heads out of the soil a few days ago, and the tomatoes are going great guns.

My rosemary and lavender cuttings are also establishing themselves, although the rosemary seems to be doing much better. I might try and take larger cuttings of the lavender, and give it another try. i sowed trays of Cosmos too. Last year the flowers lasted right into November, when the bees were still out. They are fantastic for colour, height and most importantly, attracting and providing food for bees. The bees and butterflies could not get enough of them last year. I thoroughly recommend them. Try growing them in seed modules, transplanting to large plots (about 2 or 3 per pot). Wait until they’re fairly well established and quite meaty in the stems, and then plant them out. I did this last year and they were poker straight, strong and lasted for months.

The Tendersnax carrots are doing well in the pots, but my seed scattering skills are not exactly desirable. I sowed most of them in a big cluster in the middle. I think by the time I’ve pricked them all out, I’ll have about 5 carrots per pot. Not exactly a veritable success. I’m still undecided about growing carrots in pots. I don’t think I would recommend it, unless the pot is massive, and unlike me, you are actually able to sow thinly.I suppose you could just harvest tender baby carrots instead. I might try that.

Garlic and super early onions are doing ok too, although the super early onion sets were put in late, so should really be described as fashionably late.

Oh, and I have still neglected to label anything I have sown. I’m too lazy to find a pencil or a waterproof pen. So I am relying on my somewhat currently patchy memory to recall what is what and where.

On the allotment, I managed to inherit two large patches of rhubarb with some impressive crowns. I was actually surprised at how early you can harvest rhubarb, even without forcing it. See, I still have a lot to learn about growing veggies.

So off I trundled on Sunday, having decided that rhubarb crumble was on the menu for dessert, following our Sunday (veggie) roast. Whilst being blown to pieces, I pulled up a whole armful of sticks of rhubarb of varying sizes and thicknesses. Here’s a completely au naturel action shot of me approaching aforementioned rhubarb:

The ones that were far too thick and stringy were cut up (to aid decomposition - yep, MORE compost talk) and thrown (literally, from afar) onto the compost heap. I’m rubbish with portion sizes so I kept pulling and snipping the leaves off, and deciding that I didn’t have enough for one rhubarb crumble, would pull some more. This went on for a fair few minutes. I have a fear of cooking and not producing enough food for a meal that will leave me feeling satisfied. Or full to bursting. So as a consequence, I pretty much always cook far too much.

Now, bear in mind that there are only two of us here at the Smallest Smallholding. This is how much rhubarb I ended up with for my one crumble:

Once I got home, I washed and chopped up the rhubarb, cooked it with about 3/4 of an inch of water in the saucepan, and added about 6oz sugar. Once it was soft, and wafting delicious sweet acidic smells out of the kitchen, I strained it a bit and had to divide it into two dishes. I rubbed together 8oz of plain flour, 4oz of (fair trade) demerera sugar and 4oz (organic) butter together for the topping, sprinkled it on liberally, put a little more sugar on top and put both in the oven at gas mark 5. After about 20 minutes, my rhubarb crumbleS were ready. We served them up with Green & Black’s caramel and hazlenut ice cream.

Fan-bloody-tastic. My first allotment harvest was a veritable success.

I’m sitting here with a big fat headache, and I think I must look like a right old grump.

I had to do a dash outside into the FREEZING COLD (when *will* this winter end properly?!) haily-slushy-rain to grab the washing. I’d completely forgotten about it until I’d gone to put the hens to bed, and ended up having to sprint back out into cold and wet to retrieve it. I think what I have now is a sort of prolonged ice cream headache.

What a moany moaner.

I just wanted to address a few comments from my Compost post - thanks for the advice regarding the pallets. I wanted to prove that I’m not completely useless and post a pic of the compost heap I refashioned from pallets at the allotment. It’s made from everything that was already up there, left by the last tenant. I managed to dig in the pallet sides so they’re solid, wire them together with some spent wire from where the dead raspberries were (managed to save a few though that are looking promising), and line it with chicken wire I found.

However, the reason I’ve not used the three pallets we have here at the Smallest Smallholding, is because of a size issue. Basically, the decomposing heap we had (it’s not worthy of a compost heap label) was just far too massive to be contained into pallet-size bins. So why not just get more pallets, I hear you cry! Well, the simple is answer is because my back is crap.

I come from a family of crappy backed people, and things like digging, whilst being utterly inane and BORING, actually cause havoc. I have disc damage in my lower back, so certain movements when bearing loads (e.g. turning compost) do not do me any good. We designed the new wooden compost bin so that I could easily access it, turn it etc without having to stoop. Pallets are just too low down.

HOWEVER, I will be rigging up a natty little pallet bin for preparing compost. It means that I can deal with small amounts just as they become ready to be used, and keep the bigger pile moving and turning.

I’m sure by now you’re probably sick of hearing about compost. I’m very into it at the moment, thanks in part of a fellow forum user from my Rural Muse forum sending me three books on allotments and compost. Fascinating stuff. Soil is like this big living, breathing entity. It needs feeding, watering and nuturing, just like most plants or organisms. Before my Smallest Smallholding days, I thought of soil as just dirty dust really. Oh how I have been enlightened!

Anyway, enough about compost and soil.

Some good news on the seed germination front - the peppers are slowly but surely unfurling and making their entrance into the big wide world. Tomatoes are repotted, and as ever I went mad and sowed the whole packet, and now am trying to flog all but about 6 of my 25 plants.

Broadbeans are finally making a breakthrough, so I’m going to belatedly put up the supporting canes. Tendersnax carrots are germinating in the pot outside, but thinning them out is going to be a complete pain in the arse. I don’t think I’ll grow carrots in pots again.

And OOOhhhhh - bargain…went to Homebase to get a fixture for our broken loo, and had a quick jaunt around the garden plants section. I, as ever, made a beeline for the reduced section (always a champion of the underdogs, me) and bagged myself a half priced £4.99 ‘Goldtraube’ blueberry bush! So I’ve just got to find another one so they can pollinate each other. GOOD STUFF. Cheaper to buy from nurseries, but I couldn’t resist.

THIS WEEK, I HAVE MOSTLY BEEN MAKING COMPOST!

Rich finally managed to finish making our new wooden compost bin. It’s HUGE! I have no idea what the capacity is, but it’s around 120cm in width and length, and 120cm tall at the back. I’m rubbish at maths, so I’m sure that there’s someone out there that can work it out for me.

My new compost bin is yet to have a lid (we were thinking a wooden lid on hinges eventually), but it does have a gate at the front, the idea being that I could easily access the heap to turn it and fill it, and eventually empty it. It doesn’t really matter about the lid - there are both aerobic bacteria (need oxygen/air) and anaerobic bacteria  (don’t need oxygen/air) that work on breaking down the soil, and do just as good a job as each other.

Monty Don says it’s best to have two or three open compost bins, but because we bought the wood from a DIY centre, it did end up costing a fair amount. So for now I’ve just got the one. I’d previously advertised on Freecycle for wood odds and ends without success, and the compost scenario was getting a bit desperate.

What I’d called my compost heap beforehand was basically a 20ft pile of rotting matter that was never turned or tended to. It was just too big to handle. For really good compost, you need to keep turning it and there was no way I could access it properly. So I’ve taken the top layer off with the least rotted matter and put it in the new wooden bin. The stuff underneath, although in places full of sticks, is gorgeous. It smells divine - so earthy and rich, one of my favourite smells.

I still have to finish transferring part of the old heap into the bin, inbetween the really laborious task of sieving the good stuff through my garden riddle into the barrow. I’ve been filling some of my vacant (currently, not for too long) veg plots with the home-made compost in a bid to boost the nutrition and structure of our free-draining sandy soil. There’s PLENTY to go around, and the idea is that eventually it’ll all be used on all the veg plots and borders at the Smallest Smallholding, as well as on the allotment. A big job, but someone (i.e. me) has got to do it…

Either way, I’m sure that the amount of compost I’m going to have available will save me a tonne of money, even recouping the cost of making the wooden bin.