And a fantastic apple tree down the end.
So far I have shed blood clearing brambles, removed the shards of shattered glass that could have been for a cold frame and drank a lot of coffee in my shed. I like this gardening malarkey!
There's a lot of black plastic kicking around on it, an easy way to kill off the weeds, provided the gales don't make it into an impromptu kite.
Having invested in some gooseberry bushes and a rhubarb crown I have marked out my first bed and had a trial dig or two. The ground changed from light and dusty to concrete in the space of a footstep. Time to pack up and hope the forecast rain will soften it a bit.
The water butt is a huge galvanised cylinder, a paladin, a rubbish bin from the days when the council flats used them - they're all plastic now. Problem: the tap has come loose, to I have to mastic it in place. Easy enough, except that the darn thing had brambles growing over the base and it would not tip over. More pruning and chopping and I managed to capsize it. Now all I have to do is to wait for it to dry out, then crawl inside to fix it. I'll be like Huckleberry Finn, living in a barrel.
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