I smell a rat! Or is it the pigeons?
For the last couple of days on my morning patrol of the back garden, I have seen a hole in the soil by one particular cucumber plant. I’m curious. And not a little concerned in case someone has got a whiff of the bokashi mix in this hugel bed.
Apart from rushing inside for a trowel to push the soil back in place, though, I haven’t exactly exerted myself in the garden. Instead, I’ve been exploring in different ways.
On Wednesday, it was nature. We went to Woodhouse Ridge in Leeds with Leeds Permaculture Network. This used to be a municipal park but fell into disuse and in recent years has begun to be managed, albeit as woodland rather than parkland.
On Friday, I similarly found some relatively natural land to walk through. By Kirkstall Abbey in Leeds, there is a river and it is possible, just about, to walk along the banks – there is a path which tapers off, unfortunately. More fortunately, however, I found some wild raspberries, which I delighted in picking and eating with homemade ice cream for tea.
When I first moved to Leeds, Kirkstall Abbey was an unmanaged ruin. In recent years, thankfully, the council has taken an interest in improving the area and now it is protected by a fence and being rebuilt in places.
An addition which I only noticed and didn’t have time to explore yesterday were the kitchen gardens. I have no idea if monks would really have had raised beds but these had plenty of variety in them, including rather large borage plants. I wonder if they ate the flowers in salad?