October 21, 2009
We decided to show mercy to our remaining forks by building raised beds in the concrete zone and filling them with the soft crumbly mound of compost piled high in the Clampett’s yard section of the plot. Lynn spent the best part of two days trying to clear this area of unmentionable cruddiness. Hundreds of [...]
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October 4, 2009
It was our first weekend on the plot. As I arrived I plunged my fork into the ground, Scott of the Antarctic stylee. It twanged as it hit the surface, bounced back 2 metres and propagated an agonising wave up my arm. I started hopping around, whining about stress fractures and the general impossibleness of [...]
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