Digging brambles
Took advantage of the sensational weather on Sunday to start digging my new land.
Almost immediately wished I hadn’t. God, in His infinite wisdom, has chosen to bless me with ground that’s heaving with bramble roots as thick as your thumb. And the ‘soil’ is basically compacted clay. The kind that forces you to sit on the spade handle to lever it up.
I collapsed, utterly shagged out, after just an hour. At this rate, I’ll be turning the last clod when the first ice crystals form on the innermost circle of Hell.
Posted on 17th March 2009
Under: Spring, Weeds | 20 Comments »