by julieg
30. September 2009 07:07
Yesterday, Nick and I went to look at a pile of manure. Not exactly the most glamorous way of spending a morning but it had to be done. Friends of ours, Helen and Ian, have stables on their land and that means an ever growing mountain of horse poo which we plan to relieve them of. It’s fortunate that we live in the country so getting hold of large quantities (to share amongst all of the allotment holders) is not too difficult to come by. The main issue is how well rotted it is and how to transport it. Nick tells me that fresh horse manure will burn the tender roots of young plants so it’s important that it’s been rotting for at least six months. We had to brave the horses in the field to get to their poo, but I wasn’t very brave at all. This one particular horse guessed straight away and proceeded to prod me in the back with it’s nose. They’re too clever by half. Looked at manure, yes, yes, yes, very good, right, let’s go then, thanks very much, bye then.Nick’s friend Tony has kindly said he would come along with his tractor and trailer to move it to the allotments for us. Where would we be without friends? We’d be knee deep in **** and our soil wouldn’t be as good, that’s for sure.