Thing is: titles can be misleading.
See, Dave’s wheelbarrow isn’t always a wheelbarrow (OK, OK sometimes it is, but it doesn’t have to be, see?). No, sometimes it’s a car boot, or a sun faded supermarket plastic carrier bag, or …

… and Dave isn’t necessarily the same person … and his, or – and why not, her – name isn’t necessarily Dave, though the original one was. Hope you’re keeping up with this; only I’m trying to type quickly (never a good idea I am a two forefinger-only typist) because I’ve agreed to let a tractor driver in to deliver some year old manure, for winter digging, at a very reasonable rate.
(Just struck me that the wheelbarrow could be a tractor, but that is rather unlikely.)
For example the Dave in this episode always takes his wheel barrow home from the plot, and regularly brings it back, often (indeed usually) loaded with some magical load. We were waiting on Sunday for a coach to take us to an autumn Garden Show (which was fantastic, but that may be the stuff of  a different blog) when Dave appeared. Polite as always and stopped for a chat (the stuff of life on allotments) when another plotholder sidled over, surreptitiously opened the top of one of the bags in the barrow and sneaked a look in. I say sneaked, but Dave and I both observed him doing it.
Dave cocked his head, quietly: “Nosy so-and- so,” he said, “ he can’t stop himself can he? Always got to have his nose in something that’s none of his business eh?”
But he opens the bag to show me and I feel honoured; “just some soot,” he explains, “…nearly used up all the last lot. So I’ll put this one somewhere to weather. It’s got to weather because it’ll “burn” the plants if I put it on ‘em now. But in a year, six months even, it’ll be calmed down.”
“Good for keeping slugs away,” he winks. This has been a devil of a year for vegetable gardeners; slugs have reached Biblical plague sizes and populations and assaulted produce like something from a B movie.
I nodded, knowledgably, having just nabbed the soot from my mother’s chimney sweep, who looked totally flummoxed that anyone would ask for it … but I, sort of, remember my grandfather telling me it was, eventually good for the garden.
In the other bag, Dave had some wood ash which he was simply going to add to the soil by sprinkling it randomly on the surface. Wood ash is beneficial, I took note.
(Meanwhile I am somewhat proud of myself. I have been up to the allotment, met the guy with the manure (cow, approximately one year old, straw not contaminated: looks beautiful). He was driving a Land Rover with two- ton (?) trailer. Now Dave’s wheelbarrow could definitely be a Land Rover.)

3rd October, 2012.


One response to this post.

  1. Slugs ‘disappear in salt like some sci-fi flik. Put some in a line around your garden and those who haven”t joined the eating party-never will.


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