Leaf mulch to the imagination

Leaves are everywhere at this time of year. Littering the park, blocking drains, turning cycle paths slightly treacherous, and so on.

So as we entered Bath Organic Gardens it was possibly no surprise to see a huge, suspicious-looking pile of leaves, adjacent to the spot from where on a recent previous visit there we'd moved a huge, suspicious-looking pile of compost.

They love leaves down at BOG, of course. It seems nothing organic goes to waste there.

Tim arrived and immediately set us about moving leaves from that large pile on to a smaller pile deeper inside the garden. The mathematically-minded or attentive reader might notice that a large pile probably isn't going to fit where a small pile goes, and luckily you're right... we only had to move a few barrows of those leaves, rather than all of them.

Fortunately that left us time for a second leaf-related task. That of transporting some of the more rotted leafmould, which was adjacent to the pile of new leaves into some large containers inside one of the greenhouses.

This involved digging the leafmould into barrows, sifting, sorting, removing any bindweed and then barrowing it around to the greenhouse.

There was a lot of bindweed. Getting rid of bindweed seems to come up a lot in GoodGym tasks. It seems it's the one type of organic produce that isn't wanted. This of course set Meyrick and me thinking about what use could be made of bindweed. Surely such a prolific grower could be put to use in some way to solve one or other of the global energy crisis, global food crisis, a cure for cancer, or who shot JR? Something

Alas we couldn't come up with anything during our timeslot on this bright wintry Saturday morning. The world will have to stay unsaved for another week. Our time will come. Just you watch...