When the manure delivery arrived, I enthusiastically began relaying this ‘brown gold’ by wheelbarrow to the vacant veg patches. This was across very uneven rough pasture. There had to be an easier way, my back was telling me.
Áine’s car has a tow hitch and we have a small trailer. Using the car as a kind of tractor (grazie mile, amore!), I can now, repeatedly, load up the trailer and tow it to the veg patch location.
The old back also now appreciates that the wheelbarrow loads are more easily transferred to the trailer with the help of a long sturdy wooden ramp. I never thought I’d hear myself saying it but shovelling manure is now, in fact, enjoyable. I
t certainly is a good way to stay warm on a cold December day.
