Even on my way home from work, I'm on the look out for items to rescue and re-use. My walk from the hospital to Kings Cross station is along a busy road, and as commercial waste is often not recycled but sent to landfill, regardless of its usefulness, I am not embarrassed by getting my trusty string bag out, sticking my head round the door of a shop of restaurant to get permission and gathering stuff to take home for a further productive life.
The blue plastic trays that are used to deliver salad leaves and mushrooms to sandwich bars and restaurants are a prime example of what can be claimed. As they stack, they are easy to store and use as storage. Being perforated, they make great seed trays, especially when lined with a couple of sheets of newspaper. The card egg trays I rescued from the work canteen last year still act as backup storage to my Eggskelter.
But sometimes, however much you want to, however perfect the item is for a project you have in mind, you have to walk by and let it go to waste. Such was the gem I let go tonight. There's a photography studio on the Gray's Inn Road, which I think is undergoing refurbishment. Outside their door, ready for the refuse collection, were several sheets of perspex. All seemed to be in near perfect condition, and I could have given them a second life as shed windows and cold frames, and possibly other things I have yet to imagine. But the building was closed, and the sheets were in all honesty to big and unwieldy for me to carry up the road, down the escalator on onto a crowded tube train. So I had to walk by, sad that I couldn't use them for something productive, and equally sad that no-one in the building had the forethought to keep them for another time.
Just have to keep looking.
Tuesday 22 March 2011
Sunday 20 March 2011
Reconnoitre, Request, Rescue, Reimagine, Reuse - Revel in Recycling
Just down the road from where we used to live, a family bought a Leonburger puppy called Oscar. When I saw him in the street, he was always pleased to see me. Being a Leonburger, he grew and grew, remaining as friendly as when a puppy, which could be alarming to his owners when he cleared a 3 foot hedge to say hello to me one day.
Anyway, Oscar's owners decided that he needed more room in the house, so they took up their old patio and built a conservatory for muddy days. The paving slabs went in a skip, and we asked if we could re-use them at the allotment. The owners agreed, so we took several wheelbarrow loads of paving slabs down the road to our allotment. We used them as paths between beds and they served us so well that when we moved we took all the paving with us. Some of it now forms a path in our new garden, with the rest stored at the allotment. This weekend we finally put them to use, creating a paved "apron" around our shed.
A few doors further down from Oscar, a family decided to knock through the wall between their downstairs reception rooms. As we knew them to say hello to as well, we asked if we could take some of the bricks to re-use. They too were happy to let us. Another house was remodelling their kitchen and allowed us to rescue a Belfast sink, in perfect condition which was skip-bound but for us. That now sits in our tiny front garden, hiding the base of the clematis, planted with achillea and Verbena bonariensis.
Over the past few days, some of the bricks have found another new use. Inspired by the Brick Garden in the lovely Carol Klein tv series Life In A Cottage Garden, we have turned them into paving in between the raised beds at the top of the garden. (Just below the deck made from boards their owner let us rescue from their skip!) The soil in the garden is a mix of builders' rubble and clay subsoil, so a whisper of rain can turn it into a Somme like glop. It's no fun hanging out the washing and slipping about, dropping half the clean stuff in the mud. We had tried using layers of woodchip, but that eventually rots down and gets just as slippy. So we perforated the soil, laid a thick layer of sand, then a weed membrane before laying sand for the bricks to sit on. A few gaps have been left, and a few engineering bricks used, which will be planted with thyme, chamomile, sempervivums and a few other low-growing fragrant plants. We've just laid the bricks into sand, so we can move them around if we change out mind, and take them with us should we move house.
A few more bricks have been put to use for a less decorative purpose. Elly the Welly, our once nervous but now exceedingly bumptious Welsummer hen, has taken to digging under the edge of her run, to the point where she can poke her head out the other side. Much as I would love all my girls to be able to free range, it can't be done, as we're both away from the house 10 hours a day, and we have foxes close by. So I've been wedging bricks into the gaps she's made, in the hope that she will be discouraged, or at least slow her tunnelling. Earlier this week, we also saw her catch, kill and eat a mouse. Sheba the cat also saw this event, from the safe vantage point of the shed roof, clearly horrified that the monsters had discovered her mouse vending machine (the hedge by the fence).
We took this past week off as leave with the view to getting started on all the essential Spring garden tasks - seed sowing, final pruning, clearing, digging and bed making. Because of the weather we didn't really get that far, but the sunny hours this weekend have seen us complete tasks that provide a link with past gardens and put us on a literally firmer footing to get on with things over the next few weeks.
However frugal you are, you have to spend some money on gardening materials now & then. I've just had to buy a new bag of vermiculite, and was horrified by the price rise. So when we see items we can see a use for, we ask nicely, emphasising that we will be reusing in a non-profit way, and pointing out that by freeing up space, they may not need to spend money on an extra skip. You get just as much, if not more, operating this way than by furtively skip-diving under cover of darkness.
As mentioned, I was at a local garden centre today. We decided against Crews Hill (what Las Vegas is to casinos, Crews Hill strip is to garden centres) as we suspected it would be manic, instead heading to one tucked away next to the M25. As we were loading up the van, we noticed two Buzzards wheeling in the sky. I'd seen this earlier in the week, north of Ware, but was surprised to see them so close to the urban sprawl of North London. My old college, Capel Manor, has a motto - "where the city meets the coutryside". Seems like that is coming true two junctions west on the M25.
Anyway, Oscar's owners decided that he needed more room in the house, so they took up their old patio and built a conservatory for muddy days. The paving slabs went in a skip, and we asked if we could re-use them at the allotment. The owners agreed, so we took several wheelbarrow loads of paving slabs down the road to our allotment. We used them as paths between beds and they served us so well that when we moved we took all the paving with us. Some of it now forms a path in our new garden, with the rest stored at the allotment. This weekend we finally put them to use, creating a paved "apron" around our shed.
A few doors further down from Oscar, a family decided to knock through the wall between their downstairs reception rooms. As we knew them to say hello to as well, we asked if we could take some of the bricks to re-use. They too were happy to let us. Another house was remodelling their kitchen and allowed us to rescue a Belfast sink, in perfect condition which was skip-bound but for us. That now sits in our tiny front garden, hiding the base of the clematis, planted with achillea and Verbena bonariensis.
Over the past few days, some of the bricks have found another new use. Inspired by the Brick Garden in the lovely Carol Klein tv series Life In A Cottage Garden, we have turned them into paving in between the raised beds at the top of the garden. (Just below the deck made from boards their owner let us rescue from their skip!) The soil in the garden is a mix of builders' rubble and clay subsoil, so a whisper of rain can turn it into a Somme like glop. It's no fun hanging out the washing and slipping about, dropping half the clean stuff in the mud. We had tried using layers of woodchip, but that eventually rots down and gets just as slippy. So we perforated the soil, laid a thick layer of sand, then a weed membrane before laying sand for the bricks to sit on. A few gaps have been left, and a few engineering bricks used, which will be planted with thyme, chamomile, sempervivums and a few other low-growing fragrant plants. We've just laid the bricks into sand, so we can move them around if we change out mind, and take them with us should we move house.
A few more bricks have been put to use for a less decorative purpose. Elly the Welly, our once nervous but now exceedingly bumptious Welsummer hen, has taken to digging under the edge of her run, to the point where she can poke her head out the other side. Much as I would love all my girls to be able to free range, it can't be done, as we're both away from the house 10 hours a day, and we have foxes close by. So I've been wedging bricks into the gaps she's made, in the hope that she will be discouraged, or at least slow her tunnelling. Earlier this week, we also saw her catch, kill and eat a mouse. Sheba the cat also saw this event, from the safe vantage point of the shed roof, clearly horrified that the monsters had discovered her mouse vending machine (the hedge by the fence).
We took this past week off as leave with the view to getting started on all the essential Spring garden tasks - seed sowing, final pruning, clearing, digging and bed making. Because of the weather we didn't really get that far, but the sunny hours this weekend have seen us complete tasks that provide a link with past gardens and put us on a literally firmer footing to get on with things over the next few weeks.
However frugal you are, you have to spend some money on gardening materials now & then. I've just had to buy a new bag of vermiculite, and was horrified by the price rise. So when we see items we can see a use for, we ask nicely, emphasising that we will be reusing in a non-profit way, and pointing out that by freeing up space, they may not need to spend money on an extra skip. You get just as much, if not more, operating this way than by furtively skip-diving under cover of darkness.
As mentioned, I was at a local garden centre today. We decided against Crews Hill (what Las Vegas is to casinos, Crews Hill strip is to garden centres) as we suspected it would be manic, instead heading to one tucked away next to the M25. As we were loading up the van, we noticed two Buzzards wheeling in the sky. I'd seen this earlier in the week, north of Ware, but was surprised to see them so close to the urban sprawl of North London. My old college, Capel Manor, has a motto - "where the city meets the coutryside". Seems like that is coming true two junctions west on the M25.
Saturday 12 March 2011
Building up to Spring
Over the past few days, the new moon has been turning from a sliver of pristine fingernail moon into the cheesy grin of a quarter moon. A week from now will see a ful moon that reportedly will be the biggest and closest to Earth for almost two decades. Then it will be the Equinox and Spring will have finally arrived.
There have been assorted hints of the change of season all through February, interspersed by days when Winter's grip was tightened. But the past few days that grip has relented and the first blossoms on the flowering cherries have emerged and the hazel catkins are giving way to the first leaves. Of course, with the events of yesterday, the sight of cherry blossom is even more evocative of Japan than most years, prompting thoughts and wishes for recovery from yet more unimaginable devastation.
The most definite hint that Spring was close came from views out of my back window. There's a Magpie nest in a nearby tree. As with every year, the Winter storms took their toll on the construction, leaving only a few inches at the base of the nest. Bot over the past 10 days or so, the pair of Magpies have been flying to & fro with assorted twigs, until the nest resembled a three foot high approximation of Amy Winehouse's beehive at her most caned.
Never the neatest or prettiest nest, it's clearly secure and desirable to other members of the crow family. The resident pair have been repelling magpies, jays and carrion crows, all intent of squatting. Right now, it looks as if the birds have finished building and have started sitting.
I managed to tick a huge gap in my birdwatching list last Thursday morning, while I was waiting for the bus to the station. I noticed a bird in the tree opposite the bus stop, a slightly deeper shade of pinky brown to a Jay. It turned slightly to reveal a crest, and I realised that at last I was watching a Waxwing. I then realised the tree was full of them - upwards of 20! A car drove past and they took flight, and I was able to catch sight of the flashes of red and yellow on their wings.
All this Winter I've been on the looking for Waxwings with renewed intent, making a point to look out for them in car parks planted with the berry bearing shrubs they feed on. And when I thought the season was over, and I stopped looking, they appeared, almost on my doorstep.
There have been assorted hints of the change of season all through February, interspersed by days when Winter's grip was tightened. But the past few days that grip has relented and the first blossoms on the flowering cherries have emerged and the hazel catkins are giving way to the first leaves. Of course, with the events of yesterday, the sight of cherry blossom is even more evocative of Japan than most years, prompting thoughts and wishes for recovery from yet more unimaginable devastation.
The most definite hint that Spring was close came from views out of my back window. There's a Magpie nest in a nearby tree. As with every year, the Winter storms took their toll on the construction, leaving only a few inches at the base of the nest. Bot over the past 10 days or so, the pair of Magpies have been flying to & fro with assorted twigs, until the nest resembled a three foot high approximation of Amy Winehouse's beehive at her most caned.
Never the neatest or prettiest nest, it's clearly secure and desirable to other members of the crow family. The resident pair have been repelling magpies, jays and carrion crows, all intent of squatting. Right now, it looks as if the birds have finished building and have started sitting.
I managed to tick a huge gap in my birdwatching list last Thursday morning, while I was waiting for the bus to the station. I noticed a bird in the tree opposite the bus stop, a slightly deeper shade of pinky brown to a Jay. It turned slightly to reveal a crest, and I realised that at last I was watching a Waxwing. I then realised the tree was full of them - upwards of 20! A car drove past and they took flight, and I was able to catch sight of the flashes of red and yellow on their wings.
All this Winter I've been on the looking for Waxwings with renewed intent, making a point to look out for them in car parks planted with the berry bearing shrubs they feed on. And when I thought the season was over, and I stopped looking, they appeared, almost on my doorstep.
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