When the digger was scraping away the detritus & decomposed material that has over the years raised the soil level of my terrain by about 18" it uncovered some very thick plastic, far tougher than it looks and so far it has resisted all my efforts to remove it either by hand or with the bucket of the tractor.
looking at old Google Street View images you can just about make out an industrial type polytunnel through the brambles in the position where the plastic lies, my fear is that it will extend to the whole superficie of the polytunnel as viewed on older Google Earth images.
Naive question but I assume under a polytunnel you plant in the bare soil? You would not have a thick plastic base?
If thats the case then the thing remains where it collapsed and I am likely to find a whole lot more steel than the 1400kg that has already been dug out.
We don’t have a greenhouse any more, nor have space to put one.
I miss it but do not miss the work involved in maintaining a productive or pretty garden.
’ digger was scraping away the detritus & decomposed material‘ prompted me to write that we have been greenhouseless for nearly two years and what with one thing and another it seems not to matter. I have taken up observing the world around me and have tried to study the local area. It is all action here.
We are friendly with the neighbours, especially the couple across the road from our flat, (They had the roof of their non-green house professionally renovated last year.
I can’t understand it. I fancy that they had a grant or business/council connections)
I am not sure if they have a greenhouse but they have cherry trees and give us loads of cherries and tomatoes when they are in season. He is a hunter and we were invited to one of the associated ritualistic feastings that is held periodically.
I declined, as eating meat, or anything much, woas not very attractive to me at the time.
I am wandering again…. Where am I?
Oh yes. Greenhouses, plastic or otherwise.
I have been trying to do an in-depth study up the development of the local area and have done a bit of reading up on it.
You might think that I drone on a bit so I will post just a fraction of something that I lifted from a French website I found and ran through a translation engine, just to remind you that everything is subjective and comparative.
‘Strategically, the passage of the Adour marks the access to the lower town.
The bridges followed one another, regularly washed away by floods. A bridge was already reported in the 13th century. The current bridge was built from 1831 to 1834 by the architect Goury, widened by 2 m in 1958.
But the Adour is also a whole history linked to navigation. From the 12th century, wheat from Gers Gascony, the wines of our region, were transported by boat, with a strong development in the 18th century.
However, it is from Aire sur l'Adour that the river becomes navigable.
This is where scallops come in. But, by the way, do you know galupes?
the ougabare galupe is a specific boat of the Adour.
THIS IS OUR BOAT.
It has existed since the 17th century and stems from the evolution of the barge, the tilhole and especially the chalibardon.
The shape and dimensions of the galupe are adapted to the nature of the goods to be transported and to the particular character of the river: shallow; especially during low water periods. They are also adapted to the fact that it is necessary for the bargeman to approach undeveloped shores gently.
From 9 to 15 m in general for the smallest, up to 24 m for the largest. Smaller galups are used for fishing in Moyen Adour.
The front and back are raised. The bottom is flat and the sides slightly open. The galupe is made of heart oak, with the exception of the Yescapichot bridge, ie the rear shelter, which can be made of pine. The bottom is sometimes protected by a sort of poplar floor from the Adour valley. The galupe is painted with tar.
The bargeman navigates standing, thanks to the coudai, a very long oar.
In Aire, galupes contributed to the emotions of the fishermen but also to the pleasures of duck hunting. Moored near a tree, the owners used to leave them by the river, simply protected by a padlock. In the deepest places, they were sometimes used as a diving board for swimmers, until about forty years ago.
We no longer see a galupe on the outskirts of our city, except to revive, for a few hours, the history of these boats. Canoes-kayaks have replaced them, to allow the youngest to discover the pleasures and beauties of a river that is dear to us.
rebirth of the cities of France’
archives.landes.fr/article.php?larub=191&titre=l-adour-s-installer-aux-bordsI am going to have breakfast.
I’ll be back. Hopefully before noon