The Idiot Gardener

WARNING: This site contains information on gardening, brewing, curing meat,

building shit and hunting, all done in a piss-poor manner. It is not suitable for the

feeble-minded, the weak and lame, those of a nervous disposition, vegans and

vegetarians (and those other ones that only eat fish and the occasional bacon

sandwich - I think they're called 'hypocrites'), those who practice any

manner of folk singing or dancing, people named Colin or fans of Barry Gibb.

Drowning in Manure

All of us have a history about how we came to gardening. Mine is probably a little more abstract than most. It involves forced labour, mental torture, conditions akin to those who remember the Year Zero, and laziness. I’ve tried to forget it, and often do, but it all came flooding back on the day I found myself drowning in a huge pile of cow manure!

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