A grave problem with gravel
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Tomorrow night sees the BBC broadcast the first episode of its re-imagining of the late, great Terry Nation’s 70s cult sci-fi classic Survivors, which tells the story of a post-apocalyptic world where the majority of humans have succumbed to plague, and died. If any of our neighbours saw me in the back garden today, wearing a surgical mask soaked in CK Summer cologne while I cleared away one of my biggest garden disasters ever, they might have thought I was performing an homage to the show; that, or they might have got hysterical about bird flu. If you have hens, take it from me—never, ever use gravel as a flooring for their run. It doesn’t work, and it ends up stinking to high heaven no matter what you try.
tags: Apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic fiction, bark chippings, BBC, bird flu, chickens, gardening, gravel, hens, livestock, mud, pets, plague, poultry, self-sufficiency, Skull and crossbones, smell, stink, Survivors, telly, wood chip“We like what you’ve done with the place,” say the frogs and toads
One of the things we’ve done over the past year is develop, by necessity as much as for any other reason, a woodpile at the bottom of the back garden. The hedging we inherited was rampantly overgrown, and there was only so much shredding we could do. The branches and sticks that remained after the blitzing of the hedges were piled up high, tucked away, and left to rot down as they surely will, albeit over a period of years. Our neighbour has since remarked that she used to get a lot of frogs and toads in her garden, but this year hasn’t seen any. The reason why, we think, is because they’ve all moved next door, to us!
tags: composting, frogs, gardening, nature, toad, woodpiles
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