I spent forty minutes yesterday wrestling with a rusted gate latch near the north boundary, and it struck me just how much people get wrong about running a village allotment site. You’ll hear plenty of talk about “community engagement strategies” or “sustainable horticultural frameworks” from the folks at the council, but that’s all well and […]
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I was standing in my allotment last Tuesday, looking at a neighbour’s patch of what he called “gourmet organic rhubarb,” and I couldn’t help but shake my head. He’d spent a small fortune on specialized pH-testing kits and imported mulch, yet the stalks were as thin and spindly as a walking stick. People make it […]
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I’ve seen enough “gourmet” recipe books in the local charity shops to know they’re mostly nonsense. They’ll tell you that you need hand-picked saffron or a reduction of vintage port just to figure out how to make a hearty stew, but frankly, that’s a load of rubbish. If you’re standing in a kitchen in the […]
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I spent thirty years surveying properties from the Test Valley up to the edge of the Marlborough Downs, and if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that people love to spend money on things they don’t actually need. I saw a neighbour last week spending a small fortune on those heavy-duty, vacuum-sealed plastic covers […]
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I remember standing in the driveway of a lovely little flint cottage near Sevenhampton last autumn—built, I’m fairly certain, around 1890—watching a young couple walk through the front door with nothing but a look of pure, unadulterated hope. They had fallen head over heels for the mullioned windows, but they hadn’t done the groundwork. They […]
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I was up in the loft of the old rectory last Tuesday, and I tell you, the amount of heat escaping through those unsealed roof tiles is enough to make a man weep. I see these glossy brochures every month suggesting you need a five-figure smart-home installation or some fancy, high-tech gadgetry just to manage […]
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I was sitting in the village hall last Tuesday, listening to a committee member drone on about “strategic frameworks” and “resource allocation models” for a new community project. It’s enough to make you want to head straight back to the workshop and shut the door. If you’re looking up how to start a mens shed, […]
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I remember sitting in my armchair last November, staring at a pile of glossy brochures that promised “holistic rejuvenation” and “revolutionary healing journeys” after my hip replacement. It was all nonsense, the sort of expensive fluff you’d see in a high-end boutique in Salisbury rather than a real home. They make it sound like you […]
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I was halfway up a rickety step-ladder last Tuesday, squinting through a drizzle that felt more like a sponge, when I realised the problem wasn’t just a few loose felt shingles. Most people think they need a specialist contractor or a complete structural overhaul when they start looking into how to fix a shed roof, […]
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I was out near the old mill last Tuesday—the one with the rebuilt lintel from 1924—trying to clear a section of dry stone wall that had given up the ghost. I ended up halfway through the afternoon with a blister the size of a five-pence piece because I’d trusted a glossy brochure over my own […]
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