Work in the garden took a maximum of half an hour this morning. And was effortless after the digging I did yesterday.
Originally, there was a path on the right hand side of the garden which was… useless. It was part pebble, part flagstone and it was hard work getting the wheelie bins over it to put them out for collection. So, under no circumstances could I find a justification for keeping it.
When the flagstones and pebbles (as far as possible) came up, I had intended to start digging up the soil underneath and cultivate something in that region. It was more compacted than compacted, however, so had remained the default way out the back gate.
It feels great skipping across these steps. Well, it just feels great, but I am also pleased to have put two of my currant bushes (given to me at a volunteer workday at Old Sleningford Farm) in the latest hugel bed. One of them might not survive – I certainly haven’t seen any buds on it – but who knows what will happen?