All that comes with it

I’m in love with a shop. Or rather I’m in love with a merchant’s yard. Calder Valley Agricultural Supplies has everything a man could wish for in a retail outlet. It has big bits of wood that give you nasty splinters and nails that they weigh out using an old fashioned balance scale. It’s got chicken wire and electric fences and bags upon bags of animal feeds. It’s got obscure tools that appear to be a cross between a pair of wire cutters and a hammer. It‘s got a message board advertising livestock for sale that give you ideas that would throw your wife into a panic if she knew about them. And most importantly it’s got sale staff who are willing to pretend that they don’t know that you have no idea what you are doing.

I’m back on a gardening kick again. I wont bore you with the details of what I’m planning to do over the next few months. Suffice to say it involves me traipsing mud all over the house and hitting various parts of my anatomy with a hammer. The first phase of operation Get Back Into The Garden was to go shopping for supplies, hence my visit to the agricultural supply yard. I’m very proud of my purchases. I got 20 rustic fence posts for around £1.50 and fifty meters of chicken wire for £35 that would have cost me £4 and £60 respectively at B&Q. Of course I had to pay VAT on top, but I don’t count that.

I’ve got quite a few days coming up when Amy is at nursery and I’m off work, so I’m planning on getting quite a bit done in the garden. However I am very tempted to go to the Great Yorkshire Show at some point this week, so my plans may be put back a day or two. I’m getting very agricultural these days, perhaps I should jack it all in and become a farmer.