I’ve always wanted a greenhouse – ever since I saw Hugh of River Cottage use his as a sauna I thought it would be a marvelous addition to my garden, not only for my poor plants that suffer through our diabolical winter* but also for myself, who has to suffer through our diabolical winter*. I would gladly put up with the indignities of frizzy hair if it meant being able to sit in a hot, humid cube of sweaty, planty loveliness whilst giving the finger to the cold winter weather on the outside.
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I Got a Greenhouse!
2010 Round Up
2010 was an absolute corker of a year. This garden malarkey sunk it’s teeth in with a vengeance and quite suddenly I was looking at the world with new eyes. I fell off a motorbike and got married in a Lahu hilltribe ceremony, I fell off a step and discovered Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall, I got a new job and found a new career. And I grew loads of plants, battled snails and weeds, contended with Mother Nature’s temper tantrums, experimented madly, got things badly wrong and occasionally got them right.
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Mad Chooks and the Inevitable Revenge
There are roughly 150 free range chickens that share the 10 acres of farm on which we rent our cottage. Marge the Chook Lady, keeper of the chickens, picker of olives, carer of the ancient landlord, source of village gossip ensures her charges live out their days in a wallow of dust baths, sunshine, bug feasts and all manner of fresh goodies from the greengrocer in town.
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