Manual Labour

We shoved the trash container up the hill. After the hassle of bringing the garden waste to the bin it seemed a clever idea to bring the bin to the garden waste. While pushing the bin towards the allotment was infinitely easier than bothering with the wheelbarrow, which everyone on the allotment agrees is one wheel too short, I was beginning to feel concerned about the looks we were getting from the elderly pedestrian across the street. “We’re not stealing the rubbish” I shouted guiltily at her and continued pushing the bin up the hill into the allotment. After our sweaty workout, we dug up a small bed and planted a floral, spring bulb tribute to ourselves which you can see below.

Rachael single-handedly taming the compost heap.

Midway through digging our spring bulb bed next to the shed.

A floral tribute to Mother Nature consisting of Tulips and Daffodils (she'll have to wait until spring).