Friday night and Saturday morning

On Friday night I was on the bill with Joolz Sparkes at Fourth Friday at the Poetry Café, reading a bunch of poems from our London Undercurrents project. There’s more about the event on our dedicated LU blog here. I’d been looking forward to this and practising for quite a while, and, as the reading seemed to go down well, I was buzzing for some time afterwards. A few of us went for a drink in a nearby pub after the event to debrief and celebrate. Then Nick and I made a dash for the tube, and decided to walk from Sloane Square rather than wait for a night bus. It was a clear night, the river very low, and so still that the low arches of Grosvenor Bridge were reflected perfectly upside down on the surface of The Thames. Quite a magical sight. We topped off the night by treating ourselves to a portion of excellent chips from the iconic Chelsea Bridge Tea Stall. Well past pumpkin hour when we fell into bed.

But there wasn’t much chance for a lie in on Saturday, as it was the Big Dig day at our community roof garden. There were 5 tonnes of compost to be shifted from street level to the roof, up two flights of metal stairs. We warmed up with a little gentle weeding and digging through of a couple of beds, and I also planted a few onion sets. Then, onto the main, somewhat Herculean task. I hadn’t fully grasped what 5 tonnes of compost might look like. Five ginormous PVC bags, full to the brim with dark, rich-smelling topsoil. Between the dozen or so volunteers we got a bit of system going, one or two shovelling compost into empty ginormous bags until the next in line to lug judged it had reached optimum weight; then grasp the handles, fling it over your shoulder and lug it up the stairs. There, another volunteer loaded the haul onto a wheelbarrow, trundled it off to empty the compost onto the beds, and the emptied bags were bundled downstairs for more spadefuls. Mostly, I lugged, and my limit was around 8 good shovelsworth.

We had a welcome break at one o’clock for a delicious shared lunch of rice, lentil curry and dhal, cooked by one of the volunteers, and then it was back to the compost relay. The last portion of compost was lugged up to the roof around 3:30. Hard physical work, and immensely satisfying. A cup of tea, a hot shower, and a very early night beckoned.

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