Middle Aged Gardening

I never thought I'd become this guy. But something about making the back garden thrive with greenery and life just makes me smile. It has taken some time to get the garden to a state where I feel it's ok to show somebody, mainly due to it being a new build house. We basically got a square of grass and a few basic slabs leading to the back gate. Much time, a patio, shed and a few raised beds later I've finally been ready to plant something! Whilst I'd love to go off-grid like Tom and Barbara Good, to not end up with a garden that looks like an allotment, I think we have to temper the amount of edible produce. However, a starter-for-ten were the eighteen strawberry plants I stuck in in March. It has been a success! They are delicious. I'm fairly sure they're only about 20% better than can be bought from the supermarket. But they're all shapes and sizes, I took care of them, and they're just better. Like having chips out of the paper. It wasn't even a g


Hello everyone. As I begin typing I am very concious that I'm about to add to the already overflowing sewerage system that is Internet blogging. But despite my natural urge to close myself off from the outside world and cocoon myself in my bedroom, it's always nice to share a story! So with that in mind, from time to time I might share my opinion on a groin-grabbingly interesting topic, and I might tell a story or two from my ever increasing collection of ludicrous experiences (mainly due to ludicrous friends).

The first story I'd like to share is a of a recent cycling trip I did with a two friends of mine, James and Sam. On the 14th of September last year we headed over to Ireland on the ferry and made our way to Mizen Head, south of Cork. We then battled though 7 days of headwinds, horrendous weather, mad Irish murderers and grouchy B&B owners, up to Malin Head the most northern part of Ireland. I might expand on this at medium length in a future post! If you're looking for a TL;DR though: a great time was had by all (apart from that little bit where I thought we were going to be murdered), but perhaps we'll go to cycling in France in the summer next time eh?

Malin Head: Time for a victory protein bar.