

The fork in the manure heap at the stables, somewhere in the hedge is a robin with a resolution never to go near anybody with a camera. This well rotted, crumbly lovely stuff was dug into bags and transpoted in the car to make. . .
. . the middle bed. The 100yr old pine for the edges for this came from my friend Fiona's house. It is the joists which were removed after her house was flooded and they had to re-joist and floor some of the house. The wood was rotten at the ends but after a bit of sawing by Fiona the rest is great quality 2 1/2 inches thick. Last year when the middle bed first came into being it had the turf turned over, two bins of compost emptied on top of it, then covered in porous black mebrane which I planted through. Its now dug over and ready to go when the weather is.
To make use of all space available the beans and peas were planted in the border to grow up 'wigwams' amongst the flowers and shrubs. My flat is behind this fence.
Just behind the veggy beds is a 2ft wide bed containing shrubs behind that is a concrete car park. The flats on the other side behind their nice wooden fence are very similar to the one I live in. The main veggy growing part of the garden has two 4ftx8ft beds, one 3ftx8ft bed, one 4ftx4ft bed, another 8x4 bed is going where the flowers can be seen in the forground of this picture. I also have plans to put a cold frame in front of my brick storage/seating area, I have been given a metal framed safety glass window 3ftx5ft so thats the size its going to be. I have a 6ftx7ft greenhouse and a 6ftx4ft shed(too small!). Two sides of the garden are onto road and one side onto carpark at the back, so its not got much shelter and everybody can look in. If I can I'll scan a plan and post it at a later date. I have another area of garden I use at a friends house which is about 12ftx20ft(see earlier photo under 'impatience'), the soil there is amazing and I grow a lot there. My soil is rubbish so I dig out stones and rubble and replace it with manure and compost, its taken four years to get to this stage. Mind you, I am often to be found sitting with the supervisors having a wee cup of tea and looking at the garden in my minds eye. . . .and I ought to mention the occasional coffee maker Rosie who is 15 and a half and although she helps at my friends market garden she refuses to help here in case she is seen. . . .