This whole project started with a simple idea — one I couldn’t shake. I looked at a patch of forgotten land in our village and thought, we could do something with that. Not “we” as in a team or organisation — just me. One person, with a spade, a bit of vision, and a real hope to make a difference.
So I approached the council. I chased down local retailers. I did the paperwork. And finally, after weeks of back-and-forth, I was granted access to turn that unused ground into something meaningful: a productive garden where fruit and veg could be grown for the benefit of the village.
I’ve done all the graft myself — clearing brambles, levelling soil, laying down landscaping fabric to keep the weeds away. I’ve built three of the six raised beds I’ve planned, and filled two of them so far. Some plants are already in, but I suspect I’ve missed the boat for any major harvest this year. That said, it’s never too late to try — and I’ll be planting some quick growers and cold-hardy crops like beetroot, carrots, radish, and cauliflower in the coming days.
I’m not doing this for profit, or recognition. I’m doing it because I want my children — and the other kids in our village — to grow up with a better understanding of where food really comes from. Not from a supermarket shelf or plastic packaging, but from soil, sunshine, and hard work. If a few curious minds wander over and start asking questions about what’s growing, or if they taste a freshly pulled carrot for the first time, I’ll know it’s all been worth it.
This is one man’s attempt to turn waste into worth. A bit of graft for a whole lot of good.