Ruby&Ruch

So we got back from Barbados well rested and very happy that we had had a break from the garden, and looking forward to getting going again.   It did us a power of good.  At the same time we realized that we had in fact run out of money and pending us winning the Euromillions or (more likely) Deb getting a contract, all of the work we want to do is going to be down to us alone.

On that note, we found the (hitherto mystical) source of free compost, at a depot in the middle of nowhere about 15 minutes away.  We have got the hang of it now but the first few times we were discovering what to do – which is – 

drive yourself and your remorque onto the weigh bridge, and memorise what you weigh.  

Drive off the weigh bridge and down to the office where Madame will give you a ticket.  

Write your name and address on it and how much you weigh (the car that is not you personally) and then drive down to where there are mountain ranges of compost in various stages of decomposition, steaming away in huge concrete bays.  

There will be a man in an enormous digger truck who is taking great shovel loads of the stuff and dropping it all from a great height – presumably to mix it – or taking great shovel loads and moving it from one concrete bay to another.  They drive around very fast in those huge diggers it’s like being in the land of the giants. 

  Anyway one of you has to be wearing a high vis jacket (that is not me) and that person nips out and takes the cover off the remorque.   Without a word being said, the man in the huge digger truck will zoom off and pick up a load of compost that is deemed ‘ready’ and zoom over to where you are cowering slightly in the car and dump the whole load in one huge dust raising thunk into your remorque.   The person in the high vis jacket then dusts himself down, spades up the bits that have not landed directly in the remorque and then puts the cover back on.    Back to the weigh bridge, enter the number you now weigh and post the ticket into the letter box that is screwed into the side of weigh bridge. 

  Then you pootle off back round the narrow lanes with a laden remorque.    Spend several hours trying to back the bloody thing into the garden 

Xand then the joy of spading and barrowing it round the garden where your dog will find it irrestible and will dig it all back up again moving it from where you want it and spreading it in a thin layer where you don’t.

Still.  It’s free and good stuff.  So we are exploiting it ruthlessly.