Before progressing with any more planting around the railway I need to hunk up some more of the solid clay that's pretending to be soil at the moment. It's a slow job, as much because even half a barrow is heavy and needs to be taken to the lower part of the garden I'm dumping it in.
I didn't expect to come across yet another land drain (theres another in the background). Clearly this area's been soggy for a long time. Pity the Victorian gardeners didn't get more organic matter and grit in as well, because really embedding a pipe in a block of waterproof material was never going to work.
Pleasant surprise - Mooncoin turned up for a chat.
This afternoon we took A to Picton Gardens - a small local garden/nursery that hosts the National Collection of Michaelmas Daisies. See extra...
PS. The upturned end of the pipe is just to mark the end for when I fill over it, so I don't try planting into it.