...of the first stage.
Energised and excited by being back in my garden yesterday I went out today. Thankfully E was in so I was able to access the big fork and continue with my ground clearing work. I got the end section cleared. It took some work, there were saplings that had been taller than me and an inch and a half in diameter, brambles with networks of roots running half way along the bed. I think I'm going to be sore in the morning. There's a huge pile of waste to be got rid of but there's a limit to how much you can squash in to a wheelie bin.
My plan from here on in is to go back and dig out the final few metres at the top end of the garden (attempting to save her daffodils as I do). Then it will be a long process of taking a tarp, digging out the soil and then sifting it to remove the stones and roots before adding it back in, mixed with a good deal of compost and some sand to try and improve the quality. In the meantime I need to head to a garden centre and pick up seed trays and seed compost so that I can start my plants off inside. That way, by the time I'm ready to start planting, frosts will have passed and the plants -should- be big enough to at least have a slight head start against the birds and the slugs.
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