Apologies if this is becoming a blog, if it's not interesting just don't read it, otherwise...
Today myself and my brother went on a little expedition to liberate a really nice wrought iron bench from the derelict allotment where it had been discarded.
We failed
The bench wasn't there. Maybe someone else had beaten us to it or maybe I got the wrong allotment and it was on the other one that's actually owned by someone. Anyway, no bench.
So we explored. He pointed out all the species of shrub and tree I might be able to get samples from. We found the shed with a home-made tiny wood burning stove in it, which was duly liberated.
Also, a five foot slate mantle (which I'll have to go back for), some cuboid granite blocks and various other bits and pieces including water drums, and a nice table.
The star of the show was a four foot wide iron drum full of water that my brother wants to bring back and put in my back yard as a big garden.
Problems...first we'd have to drain the water. It's too heavy to tilt so it would have to be bucketed or siphoned and I'm not being the poor sod on the end of that rubber hose! The water is filthy and full of iron rust. Then we'd have to get it out of the overgrown allotment and up a hill then somehow back to the house. It would take a team and would potentially be dangerous. Then we'd have to get it over the wall into the yard somehow... Same problem.
And there is no space there, it's full of wheelie bins and firewood. And where would we get that much soul for a big garden? And what about the winter, I'd end up with a stagnant iron pot full of filth!
I said no, but I'm actually still tempted.
I used to have a wildlife pond and a particular fondness of big plants, so a huge big garden really appeals.
Navigating out of the allotments, I out my foot through a rotten board and fell. I nearly couldn't get up again. My knees have way and I remembered I have to stop crawling around these places like I'm a teenager, I just don't have the stability or strength I used to have.
We also found a huge six foot granite lintel in the open allotment field. Another tempting project to retrieve it, but no idea how. A project of Stonehenge proportions!
Oh and I thought we were getting the bench for my brother. Turns out we were getting it for me, but as there's no room left in the yard, I wouldn't be able to have the bench we failed to retrieve anyway.
Then I was still quite motivated, so I headed out into the woods for a walk and an explore.
The houses above the woods were built to face it, with a track Infront of them, which has long since eroded away. So now the front of the houses has become the back and the back opens onto the later road. It's a bit odd. The upshot is that they have extensive gardens that back onto and spill over into the woods. It's a fantastic place to get garden plants that have escaped and become naturalised as woodland plants. There are even bits of the woodland that the locals have cultivated as a semi wild area.
So I had an explore and managed to snag two bags of plants, mostly geraniums but also some Lords and Ladies (a nice arum).
I also, finally, found a good source of excellent loam topsoil.
Moles.
The area is scattered with mole hills. The industrious little buggers have excavated tossed out garden soil from deep down and built their little hills out of it. There's more than enough of it for my needs and I don't even need to dig for it! Thank you moles!
Today I returned to The Bunker exhausted but satisfied.
I used to have adventures in my life that consisted of beer and fast cars and faster women.
Now my adventures are trying to figure out how to drag back non portable objects to my cave and stealing soil from small blind mammals.