notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Should You Need Me...

I'll be by the coast, scanning for fins...On family holidays to Devon I would never go in the water. I was once paid money to go in and get my hair wet. This news vindicates my behaviour.

A great white shark posed no problem to him; the mere thought of a cornish pasty, however, chilled him to the core.