The Potting Shed

A couple of weeks ago, I decided to shift some things around in the garden. I'd allowed myself to spread out and take over a corner next to the house for the greenhouse, all my pots, compost, paving slabs and so on. It looked messy, and now that we have nice neighbours whose interest in horticulture involves being outside in the garden and maybe putting in some raised beds, rather than hydroponically growing cannabis, I was keen to reel it back in.

So Hubster broke into the cellar. We have access from inside, but there's an external access that used to have a padlock on. The padlock was no match for a Glaswegian with a 2lb geological hammer.


There was a bucketload of dust to clear out of the way before I could get anything into the cellar. But I had the perfect location for a potting bench (one of the lab benches I snaffled from my old biology lab before it was demolished), and plenty of space for storage.


The Aussie upstairs expressed a desire to get a home brewing kit set up, and I've made sure at least half the space is available for such worthy endeavours.


Putting the compost, pots and tools in the cellar has freed up the greenhouse to actually accommodate plants. So I suppose I'd better get on with propagating. The greenhouse was easily moved to one side of the steps, next to our grey-water butt. I remember that being where my first greenhouse (more a plastic-covered shelving system!) was put, so it's nice to have that return to the original layout.