Raising Beds – Little By Little

January – and unseasonably warm. Where’s my re-chargeable drill when I need it? The one I treated myself to just after we took on the allotment and scrounged a shed from my moving-house sister. Bought the drill to help put the shed back together. We actually dismantled the shed and moved it while we were white-vanning the rest of the contents of the house; going back for the slabs later.
I could do with that drill now to help me put the planned raised bed together … and while I was thinking about exactly how to jig-saw the umpteen pieces of differently sized pieces of timber together ( pictured above) another thought dropped in. Why not use the pallets that were left over from the compost delivery. That had been taken down to my mother’s for her fire –as local dealers would not buy them from us. My mother won’t burn the wood because she says it spits! The pieces would be of a more uniform size, which would make getting the levels easier (though I always struggle with levels!)
Out came the trusty saw, the GT 85 spray and the hand axe – because you never know do you? Then, cutting the pieces into what-I-hope will be shapes and sizes that work – I am no fool I had paced out the measurements of the existing raised bed – twelve boots by five … if you must know, I laid out the pieces on the lawn. At times it looked like some maybe-wing assembly phase from The Flight of the Phoenix. But when all pieces were there it looked as if it would work. Looked untidy of course; partly I will admit because of my poor saw skills and partly because this is not a bespoke off-the shelf Knightsbridge solution. Partly because it will look so much better/different when it is filled with soil and plants; hiding all the untidy innards.


The pieces that broke off, the extras not needed in the plan will be enough to keep the fire going – weather willing – for people to eat their bacon sandwiches round in a couple of weeks when fees are due to be paid… and now they are cut up into roughly the right sizes. If the fire spits, well it’ll be something to talk about and keep people on their toes. 


I am what Americans might call a sucker for what Americans call re-purposing and began to consider using the lethal looking nails that punctuated the timbers: taking them out, straightening them and re-using them, but soon realised that new screws would be a better prospect. But, remembering that our daughter has borrowed it … and being impatient I decided to go for it. It can always be tweaked with screws at a later date.
Not finished: but so far, so good:


Watch this space: it’ll be a raised bed soon!


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