Yes, i do think the notion of French drains was mentioned somewhere on this thread. I'm sure it's logical, my aversion is the digging. I know it's an inherent part of the 'lotmenteering; i just wish it wasn't. My brain will get there eventually, and you can all do the 'I told you so' thing with pleasure.
I was sat here thinking-whilst watching a fairly bad movie-that I don't have to newspaper the whole lot as I had been thinking. I can pull up the weeds, and green manure. They are sat in Dad's shed where all my tools have been stashed. You know how it sometimes takes a penny to drop...was that sort of moment. I could also most hear Aunty two_sheds, 'weigh the newspaper down with weeds."
As for the topography of the plot, well, i know that one end is sodden through. Has beautiful friable soil; and because there's nothing in it to keep the soil together, it bogs up. (That makes sense in my head, like deforestation. I know what I mean.) As you move up, it gets less and less boggy in the middle. But the top end, where I had garlic and onions did get more squelchy. The notion of mapping does resonate.
I got home, from the plot, and was turning it over and over in my head furiously. Raised beds, raised beds, raised beds, cheap, value for money, got to last for a while. Make this plot work. I'd had an email some place that informed me of a sale. So I looked into it. Given how low the land lies, raised beds are probably the most pragmatic if not perfect way of doing things. All being well, they'll turn up during the summer. I will raid Dad's tool box for a screwdriver. I want make one for myself for a change.
Docks. Cover at least a third of the half plot. Damned things are every where, and lotment secretary suggests I dig them all out
Pansies. Are due August-september. A whole load, so it would be nice for there to be space to put them in! That would be a carrot for me, since I couldn't actually cultivate some real ones. I think the Dahlia's that I sunk, have met their maker.
I'm not the only one, who's had their plot poo-pood by mother nature. One of the lotment neighbours, beckoned me over, and was actually stood in a waterlogged trench up to half way up his wellingtons. Everyone, has been effected. I just wish it wasn't my first season as a lotment holder!
But something else made me laugh. Aunty Tish, went and bagged herself a half plot in Nuneaton. She plans to take my grandad down there. Oh, I could have keeled over. Seems I've inspired her, and since grandad used to GYO when Aunty Tish and ma were kids; she'll have some fun

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) stick some waste deadfall wood and scrap brashings from hedge cutting, pruning etc into the middle of mounded beds, and leave it to rot down naturally. It will take a while longer than getting wood that has been through a shredder, but it will certainly raise your ground level and won't risk suddenly robbing your soil of nitrogen; plus a mound has more planting area than a flat surface.
well, it might be that fake PVC Poundland lino tiling) underneath, so that in the case of a swinging curtain or careless elbow any soil marks will still not go onto the sill itself. Being a tenant, I don't fancy having to cough up for revarnishing etc. (Found out the hard way, carpet tiles and newspaper can both leave well-nigh indelible marks; although blank paper under the carpet tile would probably have been great, carpet looked really nice and was easy to hoover.)
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