About paulrainger

Smallholder trying to be selfsufficientish. Previously an environmental campaigner, and Founder of Bristol's BIG Green Week Festival. Me, I'm just a lawnmower, you can tell me from the way I walk.

Time to Fizz

The mad rush to catch up in the garden at the end of May was immediately followed by the mad rush in early June to catch the Elderflower at its sunny best.

After this year’s whopping 4kg of wild garlic pesto making, we made Continue reading

The Timeless Wonder of it all

April was unusually warm and dry, ensuring Spring arrived with a vengeance, underlining the timeless wonder of it all.

At The Secret Acre it proved a busy month recycling, creating new borders, as well as cutting the grass, planting the potatoes, planting extra successional broad beans and onions, and bottling the last of the cider. Continue reading

Pole Dancing – Part 2: Laid to Rest

It’s not just tyres we’ve been recycling recently to create new garden borders at The Secret Acre.

For two years the old electricity pole has been languishing under the woodpile.

In April we finally laid it to rest, fittingly close to where it used to stand, as a new garden border along the edge of the patio. Continue reading

Here we go Round the Mulberry Twig

Here we go round the Mulberry twig probably wouldn’t have made such a catchy nursery rhyme.

Everybody knows it’s a mulberry bush. And they can eventually grow to a whopping 10m across.

The trouble is those bushes of nursery rhyme fame start off life as, well… a tiny tree twig sapling. Continue reading

Our Exhaust fell off, so now we have a Herb Garden!

Just before Easter, the exhaust fell off the car.

Well, the rear silencer to be precise. A turn of events that leaves a sizable hole in your bank balance, with no discernible silver lining, beyond no longer sounding like Jenson Button is driving down the road.

But on this occasion, Emma had other ideas.

So we returned from our local tyre and exhaust place, not just quietly (thanks to the new rear silencer), but also with a car full of free olds tyres. Continue reading

The March to Spring

And then there were three. I’m still not quite sure how it’s happened. We had always envisaged space for three veg beds. But after the great effort made by an army of friends to get the first one going, I’d assumed numbers two and three would have to wait a while yet. Continue reading