My wheelbarrow Every day I carry an amazing weight and volume of stuff around, to and from and in the garden, with my trusty old barrow. It is Yugoslavian and dates to 1991, still rolling beautifully even if the hood is beginning to rust around its four bolts attached to the frame. I prefer pushing […]Read More..
Winter in the northern hemisphere is often seen as a time to bring out spades or forks and ‘turn over’ or ‘break up’ the soil. I know quite a few people who actually enjoy doing this, but if you don’t, is it really necessary? I garden on dense clay, undug for a decade or so, […]Read More..