Dr Macdonald sent me these pictures of his raised beds, in moral support of my own efforts.
He said:
I must admit to having great difficulty creating these raised beds. In places the boulder clay is just an inch below the surface and so finding enough soil to actually fill the beds is difficult. Three days spent digging in that garden has taught me more about the reasons for the Irish Diaspora than ten years of reading. I’m working on a third bed at the moment and think that I’ll end up having to re-cut an old ditch to get the necessary soil to fill it. Never mind it’s all good fun – eventually there will be seven raised beds in this part of the garden, arranged in a pattern reminiscent of a medieval garden. In the smaller bed I have planted carrots (Charlotte’s favourites) and peas. The longer bed is full of onions, shallots and garlic. I have one other smaller bed nearer to the house (not photographed) in which I planted onions at the beginning of the year and they are coming on nicely now. I’ve no real clue on how to grow vegetables – I just stick the seeds in the ground and hope for the best. Last year I hurt my knee and so little was planted and even less weeded – this year I’ve decided to create new beds in anticipation of imminent redundancy. Every time I think I’m going to be able to work on the gardens full time they find more money to keep me on for a couple of more months. I shouldn’t complain as I don’t want to lose my job. The archaeology is going well, but we’ve lost so many staff (government cuts) that those of us that are left are snowed under with work.






