Some very exciting news…this weekend the Sun came out, and so did my brand new Sunbubble! Unfortunately it is now drizzling with rain again. But whatever endorphins were released whilst soaking up the sun in my Sunbubble are still coursing through my veins. This has resulted in a Spring-like enthusiasm for the gardening year ahead.
The Sunbubble was very quick to put up with just a little bit of help from Grandpa Haxnicks. I had a choice of two sightings for this fabulous pop up greenhouse. The first was at the bottom of our garden. A lovely sunny spot, sheltered from the worst of the prevailing wind. I skipped back and forth to this spot a few times trying out this potential journey from house to greenhouse.
Unfortunately, as I soon discovered, well-trodden, sodden clay becomes quite hard to skip on without losing one or both of your wellies! So, in order to be able to skip with spring-like enthusiasm to my Sunbubble, whilst at the same time maintaining my dignity, my lawn and my wellies it was clear that the bottom of the garden was not the spot for it.
Choosing a Site
The next best place to sight it was on the gravel next to the chicken run, conveniently close to the garden shed. So up it popped in this spot. There was the small inconvenience of drilling into the hard-core below the gravel to secure it in place. Luckily Grandpa Haxnicks is quite amenable when it comes to small inconveniences (such as me!). The Chickens had quite a lot to say about this alien invasion of their view/ I am certain that they will be thrilled when they discover that I intend to fill it with all sorts of juicy greens. It's just as well that the Sunbubble has a zipped doorway to keep the greedy chooks out!
I have since skipped back and forth many times to my exciting new growing space with both wellies firmly on foot and dignity intact. I have also skipped into my local garden centre for compost, seeds, Rootrainers and a Rootrainers Racking Station to keep things tidy and ensure that I will be making the most of the space in the Sunbubble. Then I skipped to the local recycling centre. I have been keeping my eyes peeled (Ouch ) for useful pots and planters there. This time I struck lucky and picked up a pair of terracotta planters destined for the skip.....and guess what?... I skipped home with them!