Or conservatory, as I'm perversely inclined to start calling it. Obviously, no actual gardening could be done today with a couple of inches of snow on the ground. But not going to the allotment on a Sunday is a bit like not having a good old garlicky red-wine gravy with the Sunday dinner - almost unthinkable. Anyway, I was curious to see how it would look in snow - a first. And also to see how much fox activity there'd been overnight, from tracks in the snow.
There had been some Reynard activity, as you can see from the photos, particularly the blood-and-feathers, which were downy and grey. Perhaps a wood pigeon which was investigating the compost heap and was too fat for the fox? I hope so, we've more of that species than we need. And it would have made a nice meal.
Anyway, I got the potting shed/conservatory cleared. Lots of plant pots and green garden netting, (protection against said wood pigeons). Couple of nice old metal boxes containing metal things like hinges and wall hooks, which I need to get some oil on to restore to usefulness. One of the tins was lined with newspaper, a mouse-shredded Daily Mail from 1987. Best of all, a substantial bit of actual fishing net. I'd guess, when it's stretched out, about 5ft wide by 20-30ft long. Perfect for peas and beans, as well as aesthetically pleasing and appropriate.
The last two times I've been down, clearing out first the tool-, and then the potting-shed, a robin has appeared, and perched on the old dead hedge plants at the SE corner, as if to say, "Why don't you bugger off? I want to look in that shed for the invertebrates you can't see." And so each time, I've duly buggered off.
|Lunchtime today, looking north from the shed|
|Just some of the fox tracks - seems to have been bounding along here|
|Bird prints, fox prints, blood and feathers|
|From near the North boundary. You can just see the "pond", left foreground.|
|Find of the day: a load of proper fishing net|
|The "Conservatory" BEFORE|
|...And AFTER. The making of a serviceable potting shed. Though, mind, the roof is rather low.|
|Look carefully, and you can see a Mrs Robin Redbreast in the middle of the photograph.|