That's marginally better than Frank's plans I suppose. Mind you a fine upright gent in well polished riding boots....well hello Mr Darcy!
I have photographed said stinky bank as promised and it looks a bit rough from a distance. Close up it's a delight. It's about 50 feet across and 15 feet up towards the fence with a graduated slope that goes from nearly flat to nearly vertical. The ends blend into a giant Juniper at one end and brambles at the other and there's a rescued philadelphus in the middle. A veritable treat for the eye!
Go by my gardening approach: slap them in't mud and see what happens.
Not that I'd ever abandon bulbs in a cool dark dry shed like that.... oohh nooooo (three trays full of the damn things: I don't even remember putting them in there!)
Mr Darcy????? Well I did come out of the North Sea after swimming bare chested. All loose bits vanished including fingers and toe's, chest a mass of goose pimples, knees and face purple and two crabs attached to my ears, but we NE lads are tough I would be back to normal in a week?
It would be more Mr Darcy after swimming in the Suez Canal and we did come out of the Sinai hot sweaty and dirty to find the Cantara bridge was closed, I stripped off the lot and dived in the Canal to my horror hearing female cheers as I went under. The canal is quite narrow there so raising my head found a coach load of WAAF on the other bank. What to do? I enjoyed my swim then boldly got out to a lot more cheering, when in deep s--t do what you have to do as normal, it is too late anyway.
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That's marginally better than Frank's plans I suppose. Mind you a fine upright gent in well polished riding boots....well hello Mr Darcy!
I have photographed said stinky bank as promised and it looks a bit rough from a distance. Close up it's a delight.
It's about 50 feet across and 15 feet up towards the fence with a graduated slope that goes from nearly flat to nearly vertical. The ends blend into a giant Juniper at one end and brambles at the other and there's a rescued philadelphus in the middle. A veritable treat for the eye!
Go by my gardening approach: slap them in't mud and see what happens.
Not that I'd ever abandon bulbs in a cool dark dry shed like that.... oohh nooooo (three trays full of the damn things: I don't even remember putting them in there!)
I'm feeling no less ashamed but in good company.
Yiz are all at it!!!!!
Mr Darcy????? Well I did come out of the North Sea after swimming bare chested. All loose bits vanished including fingers and toe's, chest a mass of goose pimples, knees and face purple and two crabs attached to my ears, but we NE lads are tough I would be back to normal in a week?
It would be more Mr Darcy after swimming in the Suez Canal and we did come out of the Sinai hot sweaty and dirty to find the Cantara bridge was closed, I stripped off the lot and dived in the Canal to my horror hearing female cheers as I went under. The canal is quite narrow there so raising my head found a coach load of WAAF on the other bank. What to do? I enjoyed my swim then boldly got out to a lot more cheering, when in deep s--t do what you have to do as normal, it is too late anyway.
Don't worry "J" my spurs have long since gone.
Frank.
To your horror....yeah right!!!
Today I found 9 packets of seeds in the cupboard.
I'm Plant Pauper and I need a good slap!