For quite a while I had no idea. I just let it all pile up by the front gate. And pile up it did. I marvelled at how much junk the previous owner had managed to accumulate in such a small space. At least all piled up in one place I felt I had it pinned down and manageable.
In the end I started to rationalise it by sorting it into types of junk. One bin liner full recyclable plastic, another two full of non recyclable. Four triple bagged bags of broken glass. I loaded the whole lot into the back of Charis my trusty Yaris Verso. I was surprised at how much I could get into the wheelie bins at home.
I donated the plastic compost bin to the new people opposite. People new to gardening seem to like those plastic compost bins. I really can't see the point of them myself. In the past I've got so frustrated at how impossible it is to retrieve the compost from the small hole in the side that I've taken the whole structure off and cast it scornfully away.
A fellow allotment holder is confident she can find a home for the mouldy old plastic sand pit that was used as a pond. It seems rather unlikely to me.
So that just leaves the 4 trailer wheels complete with tyres, and the two rusty trolleys. I suppose I might be able to use the casters.
No comments:
Post a Comment