We've been 'darn sarf' (as some of the locals up here like to pronounce it, in Mockney accents) over Christmas, and with all due respect to the dear friends and family who welcomed us over the Festive Season, I shall think twice before I plan anything similar again.
It's not just that I've got used to a quiet Christmas for two in the Potteries, usually with at least an attempt at snow if not a decent covering of the real thing for us to walk through between dinner and dessert (except last year, when we were on the narrowboat - and that was a brilliant Christmas with a difference!). It's all the anxiety of how the house/garden/greenhouse/boat will cope with the winter weather while we're away for a week or more. Previously, the risk has been of a 'Big Freeze' - indeed I seem to recall the usual hysterical headlines in the doom-and-gloom tabloids warning of just that a few months ago (before the weather turned unusually mild, and they got on with hating Romanians and Bulgarians), but this year it was more a case of hoping we still had a roof when we got home.
We shouldn't have worried - in fact, by a quirky twist of fate we managed to travel into the areas most under attack from the Yuletide weather - the South Coast and Home Counties, which got thoroughly battered by gales and drenched with rain a couple of days before Christmas, and not for the first time this month - while Staffordshire took considerably less of a pounding. But I still think in future we'll plan for shorter visits away from the peak holiday times and aim to miss both the seasonal rush and any foul weather.
Under the circumstances, walking about under trees might seem an ill-advised way to spend some of our free time, but our first walk in the woods came about as a result of crossed wires with my Dad, who had made a mental note of our planned visit for lunch with him and step-mum Pat on 23rd December, despite me arranging it for the 22nd. Sadly, this left us less time to catch up with them as that storm was building and we needed to get to our hosts in rural West Sussex while the roads were still passable (in fact the A29 through Pulborough was closed quite soon after we traversed it, after not so much driving as tacking along the M27), but gave us an unexpected free day with some very dear friends (and innocent growers of narcotics - see 'Pot Luck' from August 2012).
Sunday 22nd December was bright, though with a chilly wind, and a perfect day for a walk, so we all wandered around the Hillier Arboretum at Braishfield, near Romsey in Hampshire. Despite having lived quite nearby before moving north, I hadn't visited since childhood and found it quite an inspiration. Home to a collection of trees and shrubs from all over the world, it also has an area of Himalayan-themed planting and a small, tasteful memorial to the Gurkha regiments and a glorious Winter Garden established long before they got to be trendy. The best of the photos are on Flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/30634865@N03/sets/72157639205560426/
By contrast, my Boxing Day woodland walk was a solo expedition through, depending on your point of view, a woefully mis-managed patch of forestry or a romantic sylvan glade. After the rain of previous days it was certainly squelchy underfoot but most of the fallen trees seemed to have been down for years, with one spectacular exception.
With indistinct paths disappearing into thickets or over sudden combes, had it not been a sunny morning I might have felt uncomfortable without an elven sword in case of giant spiders (plus the Hobbit to wield it), but the Hobbit was safely indoors waiting for his baby grandson to visit again, and I just had my trusty, battered Nikon D40 (New Years Resolution check - buy new lens for camera!). Consequently, there is again a set on Flickr if you would like to see more, including some shots of the older fallen trees which look more like the skeletons of prehistoric animals (or dragons?).
http://www.flickr.com/photos/30634865@N03/sets/72157639209873765/
I'm effectively grounded for the next couple of days while I try to shift the Christmas cold picked up somewhere on our travels (another good reason to go into quarantine next year, rather than socialising - bah humbug!) but if it isn't too windy I'll prune the apple trees and give them a quick blast of Bordeaux Mixture (contains no alcohol) and I have some writing projects to get on with too, which should keep me off the mince pies for a little while. Actually, I don't think we've got any mince pies, though we did buy next years Christmas pudding in the sales at Sainsburys yesterday!
And a very Happy New Year to you all!
Sometimes, it's even about plants and gardening...
Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Monday, 16 December 2013
Whatever next?
RHS Level 2 Diploma |
I have to confess to some fear of getting nominated for a 'Hoggart' this year, though. If I've managed to tell my friends about my husband's MBE and cute grandson, narrowboating to London and back, completing my RHS Diploma and self-publishing two novels without crossing the smugness line, I'll be pleasantly surprised. I fear that Jon being asked to cut the ribbon to formally re-open our local B&Q store may be the final straw - but there aren't that many celebrities in this part of North Staffordshire, and with Robbie busy promoting his new album...
They're a friendly lot at B&Q and, as you might guess, Jon and I are regular customers for gardening supplies and bits and bobs for little DIY projects and the model railway, though our most recent purchase has been some replacement fence panels after another spell of stormy weather.
It is odd looking back on this year's achievements, especially finishing the RHS course without any plans to sign up for another. I would love to tackle the Level 3 theory course, and the practical too for that matter, but my CAB job really needs me to be quite flexible about the days I can work and the capacity to do some evenings, and while I could do the theory as an evening course, I don't think I would have the concentration for it after a busy day training or talking. And I still have a handful of loyal customers who need their plots tended, before I think of taking on another patch at Reaseheath. But it felt strange not starting back in September.
Snow in November |
I have read a couple of 'how to...' articles on book launches which seem to involve i) being in London, ii) inviting large numbers of influential people and iii) plying critics and journalists with generous quantities of free food and champagne. There seems to be no model based on being in Stoke-on-Trent, inviting a modest number of friends and work-mates and plying them with tea and oatcakes, which is about as far as my budget stretches! Having said that, one generous colleague has splashed a recommendation for the whole series all over the front page of a CAB internal online magazine - doubtless the reason for a small spike in 'Severe Discomfort' sales at the end of last week - and while the ambition of shifting enough books to keep us all in tea and coffee at Stoke CAB has yet to be realised, there is now a respectable little fund which will provide the gang with a few Christmas treats and some goodies afterwards for those stressful months as we approach the end of the financial year, and the end of some financial support...
It will be a good time to take a break and take stock, and I certainly plan to do some gardening over Christmas - in fact I have promised a serious pruning session to one of our prospective hosts during the Festive Season - and with a clear week after Christmas before I'm back to work I ought to be able to catch up on some clients' work too, but I'll make sure I have my notebook to hand as I already have some notes for a new story taking one existing character and several new ones in a subtly different and quirky direction, before hopefully returning to the Solent Welfare Rights Project at some point in the not too distant future. There will be politics, humour and suspense.
And yes, there will probably be kissing too...
Wednesday, 4 December 2013
In a Vicarage Garden
As God intended? The front border before work began. |
I was reminded of this story when I popped across the road from one of my favourite gardens to consider a request to tackle the front garden of the local vicarage. Clearly, the Lord had been left to manage that alone for some time, and it truly was in a dreadful state. So bad, in fact, that I very nearly said 'no thanks'.
But I do like a challenge...
The grasses pulled out surprisingly easily, with some encouragement from my big stainless steel fork, and after a couple of gardening sessions a truly mighty compost heap had appeared in the far corner of the border. Luckily they keep some chickens at the back, so there's no shortage of compost-accelerator, and the original 'Great Pyramid' has subsided well. I won't try and turn it until the spring now, in case it's in use for hibernation.
There is still a lot to do but I have to say that, having transplanted a lot of my favourite spring and early summer perennials into the border, I really am looking forward to the next growing season. The front border is almost clear of weeds and fully replanted, so the next task is to start working through the border at the side of the property which contains some lovely shrubs in dire need of pruning. And then there's a bed under the front window which needs ridding of horsetail.
If I can manage that, it will indeed be a miracle!
Monday, 28 October 2013
All you need is love?
'Sex sells', they say. Well, it seems that whoever figured that out was definitely on to something...
As regular readers will know, in between the odd gardening project and my 'proper' job back at the CAB, I write fiction. If you haven't already read 'Severe Discomfort' and its sequel, 'Continual Supervision', and haven't met the Walker family and the Solent Welfare Rights Project advisers who help them cope with a nightmare Social Security appeal, I hope you will; both are available as real paperbacks from real bookshops as well as virtual ones with any profits from sales earmarked for the Stoke-on-Trent Citizens Advice Bureau.
Kindle owners can pick up both as ebooks on Amazon, along with weekly instalments of 'Limited Capability', a new story concerning the same characters, with at least a couple of episodes free to download every Friday. It's the download stats for these that prove the old marketing maxim correct.
Logically, if you start a story at Episode One, state clearly in the blurb when it can be downloaded free, publish Episode Two the following week with similar guidance and so on, you might expect similar numbers to be downloaded week by week, unless you do a major marketing blitz to disrupt the pattern. I don't have the resources for a major marketing blitz, but have popped the odd link on Facebook sites sympathetic to the cause of Social Security claimants around the first Friday of the month, when Episode One is always free.
On that basis, you might expect the highest sales for the first instalment, with fewer for no.2 as the story won't appeal to all, a few less for no 3 (especially if folk enjoying the story haven't finished the previous episode yet, but know they can come back for a freebie in a month's time or spend 77p for it when they want it) and so on. But this is not the pattern.
While Episode One has reasonably good 'sales' (including freebies), it is currently being outpaced by Episodes Four, Six and Eight which, I'm sure you'll agree, is illogical. Or it would be, if all the instalments were classified in the same way, but because there is no genre 'Social Security Benefit themed, left-leaning chick lit' to select from Amazon's menu (an unforgivable oversight, I'm sure you'll agree), I've varied the two options for genre available per episode. No 1 therefore went out as 'Legal' and 'Family Saga' which is probably the closest match for the story as a whole. Depending on the primary themes in each of them, other episodes have also been tagged as 'Contemporary Women', 'Political' and 'Romance'.
It's no coincidence that Episodes Four, Six and Eight have the 'Romance' tag!
But now I have a dilemma. I want my story to be read. I want people who wouldn't otherwise think sympathetically about benefit claimants to meet the Walkers and get to like them, and to empathise with their troubles. I want them to share the frustrations of the advice workers battling with funding cuts and legal challenges. I want them to stop believing the 'Daily Mail' and see Iain Duncan Smith for the vile little turd that he unquestionably is.
And I now know that the best way to get readers is to classify my stories as 'romance'. There is clearly a large audience for romantic fiction looking for a free read - I'm sure it's the mildly racy scene available early on in the preview pages of 'Continual Supervision' that keeps it outpacing its prequel when they're both on a free promotion! I have a sneaking suspicion that classifying an episode or two as 'erotica' would be even more effective in drumming up downloads, but even the naughtiest of the 'naughty bits' aren't really naughty enough to get away with that without risking disappointment to frustrated readers, and we don't want bad reviews!
At which point, may I make a gentle plea for kind but honest reviews on the 'Amazon' site if you've read either of the original books or any of the new serial so far.
So I suppose I had better not cheat and stick the 'romance' label where it doesn't belong. On the other hand, if 'sex sells' perhaps the trick is actually to write a few extra 'naughty bits'?
The romantic scent of Philadelphus plays a part in helping two characters find love in Severe Discomfort |
As regular readers will know, in between the odd gardening project and my 'proper' job back at the CAB, I write fiction. If you haven't already read 'Severe Discomfort' and its sequel, 'Continual Supervision', and haven't met the Walker family and the Solent Welfare Rights Project advisers who help them cope with a nightmare Social Security appeal, I hope you will; both are available as real paperbacks from real bookshops as well as virtual ones with any profits from sales earmarked for the Stoke-on-Trent Citizens Advice Bureau.
Kindle owners can pick up both as ebooks on Amazon, along with weekly instalments of 'Limited Capability', a new story concerning the same characters, with at least a couple of episodes free to download every Friday. It's the download stats for these that prove the old marketing maxim correct.
Logically, if you start a story at Episode One, state clearly in the blurb when it can be downloaded free, publish Episode Two the following week with similar guidance and so on, you might expect similar numbers to be downloaded week by week, unless you do a major marketing blitz to disrupt the pattern. I don't have the resources for a major marketing blitz, but have popped the odd link on Facebook sites sympathetic to the cause of Social Security claimants around the first Friday of the month, when Episode One is always free.
On that basis, you might expect the highest sales for the first instalment, with fewer for no.2 as the story won't appeal to all, a few less for no 3 (especially if folk enjoying the story haven't finished the previous episode yet, but know they can come back for a freebie in a month's time or spend 77p for it when they want it) and so on. But this is not the pattern.
While Episode One has reasonably good 'sales' (including freebies), it is currently being outpaced by Episodes Four, Six and Eight which, I'm sure you'll agree, is illogical. Or it would be, if all the instalments were classified in the same way, but because there is no genre 'Social Security Benefit themed, left-leaning chick lit' to select from Amazon's menu (an unforgivable oversight, I'm sure you'll agree), I've varied the two options for genre available per episode. No 1 therefore went out as 'Legal' and 'Family Saga' which is probably the closest match for the story as a whole. Depending on the primary themes in each of them, other episodes have also been tagged as 'Contemporary Women', 'Political' and 'Romance'.
It's no coincidence that Episodes Four, Six and Eight have the 'Romance' tag!
But now I have a dilemma. I want my story to be read. I want people who wouldn't otherwise think sympathetically about benefit claimants to meet the Walkers and get to like them, and to empathise with their troubles. I want them to share the frustrations of the advice workers battling with funding cuts and legal challenges. I want them to stop believing the 'Daily Mail' and see Iain Duncan Smith for the vile little turd that he unquestionably is.
And I now know that the best way to get readers is to classify my stories as 'romance'. There is clearly a large audience for romantic fiction looking for a free read - I'm sure it's the mildly racy scene available early on in the preview pages of 'Continual Supervision' that keeps it outpacing its prequel when they're both on a free promotion! I have a sneaking suspicion that classifying an episode or two as 'erotica' would be even more effective in drumming up downloads, but even the naughtiest of the 'naughty bits' aren't really naughty enough to get away with that without risking disappointment to frustrated readers, and we don't want bad reviews!
At which point, may I make a gentle plea for kind but honest reviews on the 'Amazon' site if you've read either of the original books or any of the new serial so far.
So I suppose I had better not cheat and stick the 'romance' label where it doesn't belong. On the other hand, if 'sex sells' perhaps the trick is actually to write a few extra 'naughty bits'?
Saturday, 26 October 2013
Battening down the hatches
Looking out of the window next to the computer desk, the sun of our last light evening of the year is setting into a sullen mass of slate-grey cloud building over Snowdonia and spreading east towards us. This isn't the 'St Jude Storm' promised for Sunday night and the early hours of Monday, but a warm-up act rattling in tonight with the promise of heavy rain and high winds.
Neither used to worry me a great deal, and I'm still fairly relaxed about the rain, but living on top of a hill makes high winds much more of a worry. During the 1987 hurricane, I was living in Southampton and, despite the fact that the South Coast bore the brunt of it, I managed to sleep right through the storm, even with my father and our next-door neighbour making emergency repairs to the flat roof above my bedroom at one point, only becoming aware that something had happened when I switched the radio on and heard a list of school closures being read out. 'Funny,' I thought, 'I don't remember anything about a teachers' strike on the news.' And then I drew the curtains and realised I could see a great deal more of the Solent than I used to be able to from my window, because there was a bloody great oaktree missing between our house and the waterfront.
There was another mighty storm in 1990, but I dozed through that as well, being mildly sedated still after having my wisdom teeth removed.
Since moving north, high winds have been more worrying. We had a pretty hefty storm during our first winter up here, and consequently found ourselves scurrying round the garden in the wee small hours, wellies and water-proofs on over pyjamas, rounding up the panels from our recently-erected polycarbonate greenhouse. One of them was never found, in fact, despite house-to-house enquiries along the street, so there are a couple of panes of horticultural glass in a section of the roof instead. After this episode, Jon re-engineered the original structure to include additional bracing to an impressive level of over-engineering, and with the hedgerow behind it now mature, the 'polycarb' should now be safe.
I'm more concerned about the lean-to greenhouse on the back of the house this year, having pruned out a section of the shrubbery along the west side of the garden to restore our view of the Long Mynd during the summer. While the tall Philadelphus may have looked scraggy during the winter, the bare stems still offered a bit of a windbreak, and although the extra light has enabled the herb garden to flourish, a trashed lean-to will be a high price to pay for that. So it's fingers crossed that after all the build-up and the hype, it all turns out to be a storm in a teacup after all.
Sunday, 15 September 2013
Technicolour Taters
Snicked or slugged - random collection of crazy spuds. |
Alien lifeform? Nope - it's a tater! |
Red Emmelie after cooking |
The other unusual one this year was Violetta, sold as a late maincrop but harvested now as tubers left too long in the ground on our allotment have been susceptible to millipede attack in the last couple of years. Despite this, the tubers were still of a good size and quite regular oval or teardrop shape, again without undue signs of damage or disease for organic growing.
Violetta before cooking. |
There is a truly classic Billy Connolly sketch from about fifteen to twenty years ago in which he rails against the menus in fancy restaurants that don't actually tell you what's available to eat, but instead hide behind 'Catch of the Day' or 'Vegetables in Season' descriptions. This reached it's nadir, according to the Glaswegian comic, with a menu in Ireland which informed him that the meals would be accompanied by 'Potatoes of the Night'. Connolly goes on to speculate about what the **** this means, and whether 'Potatoes of the Night' have to be harvested in the dark by farmers wearing mining-style helmets with a lamp on the front or hunted only by the brave, like dangerous noctural creatures.
Potatoes of the Night? |
Nor will he be able to take home any examples of the notorious Pink Fir Apple, but readers can have a good chuckle at some examples from this year's crop here...
So who still thinks vegetable growing is boring?
Saturday, 31 August 2013
"Are you Hilary?"
Would you buy a used book from this woman? |
http://www.completelynovel.com/articles/selfpubsunday-promotion
A big 'thank you' to the Completelynovel team for giving me this chance!
I say 'unexpectedly' advisedly, as I'm actually pretty hopeless at conventional self-promotion. Okay, so I'm on Facebook and Linkedin, and I write a blog or two, but what 'image' do I present? On here, I celebrate my failures as much as my successes - crap carrots, saucy-shaped rather than prizewinning potatoes, crops ravaged by caterpillars and slugs, while my most read post isn't about anything I've grown at all, but the accidental narcotics that sprouted up in a friend's garden. While other people select professional smart-suited head and shoulders shots for their Linkedin pic, I've been using the one above of me in tatty overalls scraping peeling paint and rust off of the roof of a narrowboat. It's a nice photo of me, with a bright, cheery smile, but when it comes to promoting that professional image, I'm wondering if it's ideal for someone not specifically seeking work renovating canal boats!
And I'd be surprised if it works that well as the public image of an author, which is a shame as it's the one I've been using for CompletelyNovel and Amazon. To be fair, I do have the outline of a narrowboat-based drama sketched out (with my Stoke-based Geordie feminist Daphne Randall taking the helm), but until that's more than the scrawly contents of a notebook, the current 'image' is an epic fail, and that day is some way off as I haven't finished with the Solent Welfare Rights Project gang just yet (though I do have a 'cunning plan' for releasing their next adventures sooner rather than later).
The original stories are picking up a small but select fanbase at work, which is both encouraging and occasionally disconcerting. A couple of days ago a colleague asked me quietly, "Are you Hilary?". I didn't know whether to be flattered as Hilary is intelligent, assertive and 'really rather' glamorous or to 'Plead the Fifth' as they say in the USA, on account of her - ahem! - inappropriate use of National Trust membership. In fact, I've had a quite a few raised eyebrows on account of the 'naughty bits' in the second book, which isn't what anyone expects from me, but isn't not judging people by appearances a key theme of the books?
But no, I'm not Hilary, though as we're both 'ladies of a certain age' who've worked in benefits advice for the same amount of time and were students in coalfield cities during the Miners' Strike, we do share a few opinions and a little bit of history, though I share a lot more studied 'history' with fellow medievalist Tom Appleby. There's common ground between me and some of my other characters too: when I stood on the Milton Road End terraces at the old Dell cheering on the Saints, a young Toby Novak could easily have been at my side, while the way Vaughan James' garden quietly invades his kitchen is something we share.
A little more literary. Sarah at Tate Modern (with tea, and Jon's hat) |
The closest match, and the one I own up to in the preface, is Sally Archer, who has a great deal in common with my younger self, including spectacular clumsiness, an interest in everything and a knack for passing exams, awkwardness about her height, a truly dreadful singing voice and a carbon footprint significantly smaller than her actual footprint: I do indeed possess a pair of size 10 safety boots! But my Dad was a train driver not a builder, and has great financial sense too.
There are times when the truth is stranger than fiction, though. A west country newspaper recently told of a man wrongly taken to court by the DWP for benefit fraud when a medical report showed his right leg had recovered from an injury, and they took this as evidence he had lied about his mobility difficulties - completely overlooking the fact that his left leg had been amputated!
Meanwhile, in a real advice centre somewhere in North Staffordshire, I wandered into one of the staff loos yesterday and found the previous occupant had left a book called 'Quiet Enjoyment' sitting by the pan! It's a housing law book, in case you didn't guess, though if anyone is after a title for a book set in a Housing Advice Centre...?
Still, better 'Quiet Enjoyment' in the WC than 'Severe Discomfort', I think we can all agree!
Sunday, 25 August 2013
We're Jammin'...!
It's not the end of August yet, but there's a feeling of autumn in the air, especially as the mornings become sharper and cooler, and the evenings misty. It's harvest-time too. I've been lifting second early and late-planted first early potatoes this afternoon and for anyone missing their spud-fix, there will be a tater-related blog post in the next few days, but the priority is to deal with more perishable crops.
Whitecurrant jam |
Fruit picker at work! |
We have the most amazingly rich harvest of soft fruit this year, bushes dripping with whitecurrants, redcurrants and blackcurrants, and a glut of raspberries into the bargain. Even the little strawberry plants managed to put on a good show, and the freezer soon became overwhelmed.
Throughout the year, I collect jam jars ready for just such an event, and every year I think I've got plenty. Then we start picking fruit and boiling it up, and in no time at all the jars are full, including the emergency supply of curry sauce jars that you can never quite get clean of a hint of cumin or coriander, so the first spoonful out of the jar might be raspberry korma or blackcurrant buryani. Still, 'fusion food' might still be trendy...? There's also a stash of Lidl's marmalade jars from my dad, which are quite an attractive shape and the right size for jam, but the pretty lids are decorated with oranges, which may cause confusion if the labels fall off!
Chief beneficiaries of this year's exceptional harvest have been my CAB colleagues, who have been able to enjoy pots of delicious home-made jam at a bargain price, considering what you'd pay at a typical Farmer's Market for a fruit preserve made with local, organically-grown ingredients. But the price covers the cost of gas and sugar for me, and at 75p per pot it still raises more for the CAB than an ebook of 'Severe Discomfort', though that's not entirely surprising as Amazon don't take a cut of the jam money!
Already, there are getting on for twenty more jars to take in next week, I have more fruit to defrost and even allowing for some being allocated to wine-making, that still leaves us with plenty of preserves in the larder. We don't eat vast amounts; even allowing for previous years' warming winter teas with hot crumpets and scones, and the inclusion of a jar or two in Christmas hampers for friends and family, we're still eating jams dated 2009 and 2010. Despite containing no artificial preservatives, Sarah's jam keeps remarkably well!
Saturday, 3 August 2013
Where have all the flowers gone?
It's strange, isn't it, that my last horticultural project before I returned to work at Stoke CAB on Thursday (worthy of a post in its own right later), was the destruction of a garden. Although I had helped to construct Reaseheath's 'Secret Garden' in 2011, I hadn't been there for the breakdown, so it was a shock to arrive at what had been the St Luke's Silver Anniversary Garden on Monday and to find, in place of the vibrant colours of the flowers and glossy green turf, what appeared to be a giant mud pie.
One thing was very clear; whatever my duties were to be that day, they were unlikely to include watering. The site was sodden - unusual for Tatton Park, which has the most extraordinary sandy sub-soil and so usually drains readily - but there had been torrential downpours during Sunday and in fact within minutes of starting work, the rain came down again and everyone scattered for shelter under the nearest gazebo and an early lunch, jumping at the occasional streak of lightning or vicious crack of thunder. From our vantage point, it looked as if Manchester was being annihilated by a 'War of the Worlds' style alien invasion.*
A break in the clouds |
Splash! - definitely my Best in Show |
This year's concept was the 'Galaxy Garden', interpreted in a wide variety of ways from the elegantly terrestrial 'Star Gazers Retreat', it's gentle-coloured planting appropriately including a lovely white Cosmos and a Stargate entrance greened with Sempervivums (a bit of trend this year? I do hope so, as I have lots propagating!) to the other Reaseheath exhibit, Jonathan Price's Einstein-inspired 'Mu-No Thing'. All credit to our Jonathan, but I'd have the Star Gazer's garden reconstructed down the garden (just down from my personal 'Splash') if funds allowed and they'd turn the lights off in the shopping centre at night so I could actually see the stars.
The judges went for 'Gravitational Pull' as the best: there's no accounting for taste, is there?
Steel City Show Garden |
The designer confessed to having briefly faced a moral dilemma. The Chancellor, George Osborne, made a visit to the Flower Show (Tatton Park has the misfortune to be in his constituency) and was sighted moving in the direction of the Stainless Century Garden, then talking to Rick about our St Luke's Garden (shame I wasn't there - 'Interested in hospices are we, Chancellor? Like a chat about what your Welfare Reforms are doing for people with terminal illnesses?'). With the affection of most Sheffielders for Tories, the gut reaction of the 'Stainless' crew was 'We're not having him in our garden!', but then they considered their responsibilities to their sponsors, appropriate RHS decorum etc, and reluctantly conceded they probably ought to at least be civil to him. As he left the St Luke's garden, they braced themselves for the encounter, at which point he made a sharp right turn (has he ever done anything else?) and vanished into the floral marquee!
Rather than name-check the whole show, take a look at some of my favourites on Flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/30634865@N03/sets/72157634870475289/
It's now a week after the show, and it'll all be gone. But this isn't supposed to be the end of my own gardening career or this blog. If you're still following it for the odd gardening tip, they will still be there, though it's fair to say they'll probably be jostling for space between even more odds and ends of politics and social policy than before. How I'll balance my jobs now is hard to say - right at the moment, I have some notes to write for a talk to the Pensioners Convention on Monday, and yet I really want to go outdoors and prune my ridiculously tall Philadelphus now it has finished flowering.
And instead of doing either, I'm blogging and kicking around ideas to promote those books of mine. Just two days of the 'Severe Discomfort' ebook freebie to go and just under 200 downloads so far - get yours now, or wait until Monday to spend a whole 75p and buy an adviser a brew!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Severe-Discomfort-Social-Insecurity-ebook/dp/B00C69HMRM/ref=kinw_dp_ke
* For the sci-fi officianados out there, that's as in the Tom Cruise movie rather than the arguably much superior HG Wells novel.
Sunday, 28 July 2013
The Beverage Report
In a few days time, I'll be back to work at Stoke-on-Trent CAB (actually, it's now Staffordshire North and Stoke CAB) as a part-time Training and Network Development Officer, rather than trying to make a living with fork, spade, paintbrush or pen/PC.
Not that I will be quitting horticulture completely; I have several clients whose gardens I would be sorry not to return to, and they seem keen to keep me on the case. 'Uplander Designs' will also continue, as I've got things to paint for Christmas craft fairs, but apart from having to keep doing self-assessment forms and pay Class 2 NI, those enterprises will almost be back to being hobbies. My new 'part-time' job is going to be very much to the fore.
There are also some ESA-themed adventures for my 'imaginary friends' at the fictional Solent Welfare Rights Project, now on a second edit and DIY proof-read, but before these hit the printed page even in prototype, I'd like to get the original tales out to a wider audience.
Their purpose was always education - 'counter-propaganda' - rather than profit, but now I have an income lined up for the winter, it occurs to me that rather than contributing small change to my finances during the horticultural closed season, the fictional advisers could do something to help their real life counterparts.
If you've read the books, you might have noticed a key theme running through them. No, not the 'Atticus Finch principle' of not judging someone until you've stood in their shoes and walked about in them, or by appearances. That's too obvious. I mean the part that hot beverages play in the plot. The kettle is rarely silent, either at the Walkers' house or within the Project's tatty kitchen. Cups of tea and coffee play key supporting roles as characters take their first faltering steps along the road to romance, struggle to balance their shrinking budgets, or even as they consider whether life remains worth living.
The fictional advisers find solace after fraught interviews with a reviving cuppa, unwind after tough tribunals with a refreshing brew, dream their dreams of a fairer society with mugs in hand, and in that respect art imitates life. In fact, when I received my first meagre royalties recently, I remarked on Facebook that the sum would scarcely keep a self-respecting advice worker in tea for a week. Though written flippantly, that's now given me an idea. Since I couldn't have devoted so much time to writing without the remnants of my redundancy settlement to see me through the damp days of last summer, it would be great to be able to give something back to the CAB. Something utterly vital, and yet easily overlooked.
So the challenge I'm setting myself is to do a good enough job of promoting my books that the profits from sales of 'Severe Discomfort' and 'Continual Supervision' can fund my comrades' tea and coffee. I'll need to do better than at present, when I'm probably running at the equivalent of a pint or two of milk per week!
With all the crises there are in the world and the hardship there is in our region, this might seem a poor use of a charitable ideal. There must be more deserving cases; with foodbanks running empty, tenants facing eviction due to the 'Bedroom Tax', benefit caps and sanctions afflicting so many families, why aspire to give advisers free tea?
My answer is, because when you've spent a morning having to tell client after despairing client that there really is nothing more they're entitled to, that there's no way to draft a budget so they can both eat and pay rent, that you know nobody will employ them with their health as it is, but according to the law, they are fully fit for work, the best way to get your head together for an afternoon of the same is to get the kettle on. And if you're lucky, that little bit of thinking time over tea is when the strategy to solve one or two of these problems suddenly drops into place.
So here are the links to the books yet again.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Severe-Discomfort-Sarah-Honeysett/dp/1849143285
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Continual-Supervision-Sarah-Honeysett/dp/1849143374/ref=pd_sim_sbs_b_1
The Kindle version of 'Severe Discomfort' is available free for a few days from 31st July to mark my return to a 'proper' job, so ebook readers can try it for nothing. If you enjoy it, please give it a review; if you can afford to buy one, you'll also give an adviser a cuppa!
If you want real books, don't forget you can order paperbacks from real, tax-paying bookshops for no more than the Amazon price of £5.99. Foyle's were advertising each online at £5.39 with free P&P for orders over £10, so that's a £1.20 saving for the pair over Amazon - and a round of hot beverages for one of our teams!
So this summer, why not put your feet up with a good book and a cuppa!
Time for Tea? |
Not that I will be quitting horticulture completely; I have several clients whose gardens I would be sorry not to return to, and they seem keen to keep me on the case. 'Uplander Designs' will also continue, as I've got things to paint for Christmas craft fairs, but apart from having to keep doing self-assessment forms and pay Class 2 NI, those enterprises will almost be back to being hobbies. My new 'part-time' job is going to be very much to the fore.
There are also some ESA-themed adventures for my 'imaginary friends' at the fictional Solent Welfare Rights Project, now on a second edit and DIY proof-read, but before these hit the printed page even in prototype, I'd like to get the original tales out to a wider audience.
What I did last summer... |
If you've read the books, you might have noticed a key theme running through them. No, not the 'Atticus Finch principle' of not judging someone until you've stood in their shoes and walked about in them, or by appearances. That's too obvious. I mean the part that hot beverages play in the plot. The kettle is rarely silent, either at the Walkers' house or within the Project's tatty kitchen. Cups of tea and coffee play key supporting roles as characters take their first faltering steps along the road to romance, struggle to balance their shrinking budgets, or even as they consider whether life remains worth living.
The fictional advisers find solace after fraught interviews with a reviving cuppa, unwind after tough tribunals with a refreshing brew, dream their dreams of a fairer society with mugs in hand, and in that respect art imitates life. In fact, when I received my first meagre royalties recently, I remarked on Facebook that the sum would scarcely keep a self-respecting advice worker in tea for a week. Though written flippantly, that's now given me an idea. Since I couldn't have devoted so much time to writing without the remnants of my redundancy settlement to see me through the damp days of last summer, it would be great to be able to give something back to the CAB. Something utterly vital, and yet easily overlooked.
So the challenge I'm setting myself is to do a good enough job of promoting my books that the profits from sales of 'Severe Discomfort' and 'Continual Supervision' can fund my comrades' tea and coffee. I'll need to do better than at present, when I'm probably running at the equivalent of a pint or two of milk per week!
With all the crises there are in the world and the hardship there is in our region, this might seem a poor use of a charitable ideal. There must be more deserving cases; with foodbanks running empty, tenants facing eviction due to the 'Bedroom Tax', benefit caps and sanctions afflicting so many families, why aspire to give advisers free tea?
My answer is, because when you've spent a morning having to tell client after despairing client that there really is nothing more they're entitled to, that there's no way to draft a budget so they can both eat and pay rent, that you know nobody will employ them with their health as it is, but according to the law, they are fully fit for work, the best way to get your head together for an afternoon of the same is to get the kettle on. And if you're lucky, that little bit of thinking time over tea is when the strategy to solve one or two of these problems suddenly drops into place.
So here are the links to the books yet again.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Severe-Discomfort-Sarah-Honeysett/dp/1849143285
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Continual-Supervision-Sarah-Honeysett/dp/1849143374/ref=pd_sim_sbs_b_1
The Kindle version of 'Severe Discomfort' is available free for a few days from 31st July to mark my return to a 'proper' job, so ebook readers can try it for nothing. If you enjoy it, please give it a review; if you can afford to buy one, you'll also give an adviser a cuppa!
If you want real books, don't forget you can order paperbacks from real, tax-paying bookshops for no more than the Amazon price of £5.99. Foyle's were advertising each online at £5.39 with free P&P for orders over £10, so that's a £1.20 saving for the pair over Amazon - and a round of hot beverages for one of our teams!
So this summer, why not put your feet up with a good book and a cuppa!
Wednesday, 24 July 2013
Revenge of the Weather Gods?
Getting watered in...? Planting at Tatton |
The decision to help out on the Tatton Park project Monday rather than Tuesday looks to have been a good one!
I did get a brief session doing some planting, in between acting as 'runner' - fetching the better specimens for those nimbler souls who could squeeze into the flowerbeds - and watering those blasted tall orange helleniums again. When I saw them still standing in rows, unplanted, an entire weekend after I had last lovingly watered them all, I could almost have given in to my inner serial-killer, but it transpired that I had arrived too late to see them tried in the garden, only to be expelled for being that bit too tall (I sympathise). They are going to look spectacular arranged around our marquee, while their shorter cousins added some fiery colour to the planting.
A planter's eye view
Hopefully the decision to select some shorter specimens will have helped our garden to withstand whatever the Mancunian skies threw at it on Tuesday, although the meadow grasses on the mound will need some sunshine and a gentle breeze to fluff them up again.
The results of today's judging are now in, and it's a Silver for the St Luke's Hospice Garden, although our fellow Reaseheathers working on the oddly named Mu-No Thing Galaxy Garden bagged a Silver-Gilt. The links to both are here:
http://www.rhs.org.uk/Shows-Events/RHS-Show-Tatton-Park/2013/Gardens/Garden-directory/St-Luke’s-Hospice-Silver-Anniversary-Garden
http://www.rhs.org.uk/Shows-Events/RHS-Show-Tatton-Park/2013/Gardens/Garden-directory/Mu-No-Thing
It's faintly bizarre, of course, that as I count down the days to being plugged back into the Matrix, returning to the CAB and Social Security advice work, we finally get the sort of weather I'd hoped for during my two summers without regular work commitments. I have long suspected that the Weather Gods have it in for me. Colleagues avoided clashing their holidays with mine when I worked in Southampton on the basis that my annual leave inevitably meant grey skies. To be fair, you could say the same for the Scaffolding Gods - I've lost count of the number of architectural wonders I've visited only to find them in the throes of major renovation.
So are the Weather Gods toying with me now, giving us this mini-heatwave to remind me that soon I won't be able to fit work around my plans and pleasures, but it'll be very much the other way round, or is this a sign that they are well-pleased with my choice? Is it perhaps the case that they don't have it in for me at all, but that the true target of their wrath is the Con-Dems? Do they have an income-redistribution agenda in which I am destined to play some part? Do they, perchance, despise inherited privilege and inequality? (After all, something seriously upset them in London late on Monday afternoon..!)
In short, are the Weather Gods actually Socialists?
Despite the odd downpour, the forecast ahead remains reasonably bright, with the prospect of blue skies over Tatton Park for Friday and Saturday. If only things were looking so positive for our Social Security system.
Sunday, 21 July 2013
You say potato...
First Early Potato Trial plot, 2013 |
Crown Bank Allotment plot 2 First Early Potato trial 2013:
Three 'new' cultivars were put through their paces this year, using a fairly worked-out patch of ground. Six tubers each of 'Colleen', 'Cosmos' and 'Swift' were planted early in April and all three were lifted today, with the following results.
'Colleen' potatoes |
'Cosmos' - good-sized, disease-free tubers |
'Swift' - frankly, a bit crap... |
The plot is now in use for another trial - namely, to see whether 'Phaecelia' proves to be a good soil-improving green manure, as the ground here is thin and dusty, and desperately needs bulking up with some humus. Expect a preliminary report in a month or so.
In the meanwhile, I'll be very surprised if the Daily Mail doesn't tell us all the taters give you cancer...
Thursday, 18 July 2013
Tatton Revisited
This year, the weather has been hotter than the planting scheme colours! |
Paving and planting - the garden starts to take shape |
Waiting for planting and gasping for water |
Resting my size 10s for a moment - safety boots are compulsory |
Drifts of 'chocolate' cosmos |
End of work, Thursday. |
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