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The Compost Blether
Gather together a hundred gardeners and ask the question: what’s the best method of constructing a compost heap? – and you’ll receive a hundred different answers with a few strong words thrown in for good measure. Folk can be so possessive of their ‘expert’ knowledge, can they not?

Gather together a hundred gardeners and ask the question: what’s the best method of constructing a compost heap? – and you’ll receive a hundred different answers with a few strong words thrown in for good measure. Folk can be so possessive of their ‘expert’ knowledge, can they not? You’ll certainly get a heated debate, anyway, with much colourful “rabbit and pork” (slang for ‘talk’ apparently) thrown in for good measure.

I once made the mistake of engaging in a ‘compost heap’ debate myself. Never again. The other guy, a man called Bill, for there was only two of us left in the room by the time we’d really got stuck into the topic - the others having beaten a hasty retreat – wouldn’t talk to me for months afterwards and even now regards me as some sort of subversive element who’s in the habit of routinely undermining other people’s tried and tested methods. But then gardening does that to people sometimes, doesn’t it, just like any other human preoccupation, when ‘Expert’ meets ‘Expert’ and neither is prepared to give an inch.

“What I do is pee on it,” one ‘expert’ might proclaim, whilst shoving his nose conspiratorially into your ear, “adds just the right amount of nitrogen and potash. Good for the vegetables, especially the cabbages.”

“Human hair is water retentive,” another might bellow (a local barber of the district told me this once) “sow seed tatties on human hair, a tried and tested method.”

Well, what can you say to that?

Personally I tend to grunt when confronted by any type of ‘expert’ these days, a drawn out murmuring sort of grunt. This usually does the trick. Approving yet neutral. Better that, of course, than respond in a less charitable manner with something along the lines of: “Take your nose out of my ear, you pompous windbag!” Yes, much safer in the long run.

But what happens to the compost heap once it’s started? If - like me - you lack the time and dogged persistence, then it quickly becomes a breeding ground for the most intriguing collection of weeds, thistles and woody-stalked vegetation that requires vigorous strimming to tidy the whole mess up. Either that, or you’re left with an untidy eyesore. You could call it a ‘wildlife garden’ and leave well alone of course, that is if you can live with such a notion; or you could strim it and then explain it away as yet another giant mole hill to add to the already growing number of giant mole hills at the bottom of the garden (simply another piece of lumpy grass to cut on a regular basis).

Compost bins, of course, are the ‘thing’ of the moment just now: plastic containers (inverted conical shapes resembling wheelie bins without wheels) and bottomless. Cast an eye around next time you’re out and about and see if you can spot any with weeds, thistles and woody-stalked vegetation exploding out of them. You might do. You just might do.

Despite all this, however, I may try one myself, see how I get on. But could I really pass it off as a giant mole hill if it was neglected through no fault of my own? I doubt it.

Now there’s a sobering thought.

Patrick Vickery is a Garden Writer and Gardener based in the north of Scotland. As well as running a small perennial plant nursery in the Scottish Highlands, he writes articles of an anecdotal, unusual and gardening kind called the “Garden Blether”.