Well, no actually, more like 10 miles on the Chesterfield Canal towpath this morning, by bicycle. The Chesterfield Canal should look like this
but bits of it actually look like this.
There's been a breach; the ducks look very confused.
I was listening to Springsteen singing about the Erie Canal on the Seeger sessions last night, and I have actually been to the Erie Canal,
here in 2001 when I was on my Churchill Fellowship following David Douglas - all good allotmenters should know about David Douglas (1799-1834).
But the Chesterfield Canal has grand aspirations:
Meanwhile, back in allotment-land, it's been glorious here today.
Finished clearing out the cabbages
and came home with that great Russian delicacy, a bucketful of cabbages. I've also started digging out some of the internal paths - my path:plot ratio is too high and I'm wasting good growing space. Although all I have in the whole plot at the moment is a few leeks and some excellent garlic.
Other plans for the plot this year include:
- making a manure 'bin' immediately behind a thin part of the hedge so that I can have manure delivered and hurl it, in a cavalier fashion, through the hedge into a cunningly placed receptacle - not unlike what my Geordie Granny would have called an outside netty.
- To one side of the pseudo netty I want a flowering mallow (Lavatera), for big showy colour and
- to the other I want a Rambling Rose to ramble picaresquely through the hedge.
- Downhill from the pseudo netty, I want to extend the top part of the plot and and actually grow things in what is currently a fallow area.
- Also need a new water butt for the top, and to repair an old one with concrete (what else?), and fix a puncture on my wheelbarrow.
Exciting times, what?