A small, but perfectly-formed, group of gardeners swooped on the wildflower and edible plantings at Leathermarket Gardens on Saturday morning, all tooled up for action, just as the icy grip of early February was lifting.
Having planted his permanent pollinator-friendly forage in the ground last year, it was imperative to clear choking weeds, grass and tap-rooted docks to let our apple-trees, herbs, wildflower strip and red and white currant bushes thrive.
So important, in fact, that we were paid a visit by the local Bermondsey bobbies-on-the-beat. “Hello, hello” and “Hello“.
Not that we were lacking the opportunity to lean on our spades from time to time. Coffee break and visits from the two-and-four-legged community of Leathermarket Gardens were welcome distractions from, as Sarah put it, having “a nice gossip, upside-down” with fork and trowel in hand. Indeed, soon we were having so much fun that it was almost like a treasure-hunt. We even found a glinting blue glass marble.
If anyone has lost their marbles in the vicinity of Bermondsey Street and one like to reclaim this one, please form an orderly queue.
Thanks, as ever, to the intrepid and invariably stylish Nikki,
to Maff , suitably leather-jacketed in Leathermarket Gardens,
and to Sarah, uncomplaining bee-bride, spoilt for choice in her array of gardening boots
and Eddie Pug for his unwavering invigilation of our efforts
And we paid our respects to our old friend, the acacia tree, taken down for safety reasons by Southwark Council. in October 2014
A memorial, with more than a hint of Bermondsey defiance, had been erected on the site. Amen.
We spruced up Leathermarket Garden’s forage a treat. And took three heaped wheel-barrows of delinquent vegetation to the skip.
Bees can’t eat kind words. Our fingernails may be dirty, but we’re off to a flying forage start to 2015.