In a fit of enthusiasm coupled with an urge to use some of the man toys that were gathering dust in the garage the allatsea household embarked on a programme of ‘raised beds’ in the garden this weekend. This was accomplished with no great sweat and a distinct lack of swearing in a couple of hours. Years of accumulated compost were used to fill them and then the planting started in earnest. Plenty of seedlings and baby plants courtesy of B and Q were available and also, and arguably most importantly, a whole bag of onion sets donated to our ‘going green‘ cause by old Charles.
These were promptly ( I later found out having belatedly consulting the t’internet that onions like light, drained soil. Not heavy damp stuff…..whoops) buried in the sunniest part of the beds and we stood back to congratulate ourselves on a job well done (sort of). In a white collar world a bit of manual labour that leads to a tangible product always feels so damned rewarding don’t you think. No matter how useless that product may be.
Following along with the concept of rewards for building tangible things, we also undertook a bit of concrete laying around the shed. This was manually mixed (that did work up a sweat despite the modest quantity), 10kg cement and 50kg sharp sand, and then bucket trowel in hand it was carefully, almost lovingly, smoothed into the gaps between the slabs and rocks that formed the old walkway. Once done, and not wishing to leave safety standards behind, a safety barrier (bits of string tied to bamboo sticks) was erected to keep unwanted feet out of the way.
All this to no avail because on the Sunday morning there was the all too obvious evidence of several moggies obviously failing to realize the relevance of the ‘don’t walk on this’ barrier and more alarmingly, mem-sahib too.
I’ll try an electric fence next time, non-lethal type obviously.