Volunteering at Vale Farm Community Gardens in North London. Have learned now what London’s houses and built from. We hit solid clay after a first few inches. Clay so thick; even the worms are flat. You release them; pop them into what is already dug up and composted – and wait for them to “puff”.
Robins in England are the best. Perky and inquisitive. Investigative. Watching. Cheeky – in a good way. Two robins watch us trying to double dig the clay; L finds a manure pile and brings over a wheelbarrow full. It is teeming with red and wiggling worms. If a robin could drool; this would be the time. We fork it into the clay.
Time for a break; and the first thing we see is the robin in the freshly dug soil; with his cheeky little beak full. Bless him/her (I think they look the same). Makes us smile. We will have at least two mascots this summer. Are they singing for us workers? Probably not; but what a joyful sound!