tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109033.post772879621695030641..comments2024-03-24T08:26:00.732+00:00Comments on photopol: The Brendan VoyagePólóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08661092894104384856noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109033.post-15418182961653710282010-12-21T22:04:40.234+00:002010-12-21T22:04:40.234+00:00Paul long time no see (Shane from the old Studies ...Paul long time no see (Shane from the old Studies blog!). Merry Christmas to you and yours.shanehttp://lxoa.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109033.post-49590044062925428282010-12-07T11:47:30.877+00:002010-12-07T11:47:30.877+00:00"Maybe they didn't do that on the Northsi..."Maybe they didn't do that on the Northside!"<br /><br />Maybe we should have. I can remember my father taking delivery of a half-ton (would it have been?) of manure, which was delivered around to the back of the house, and sat in front of the coal shed until he got it shovelled away. He grew a huge variety of fruit and veg - and of course good potatoes - in our long back garden. I assume he paid for the manure, although I don't know where he got it. The milkman's horse would have been a cheaper source. Being a Donegal man, he paid great attention to the potatoes, and I can still see the neatly hilled rows in my mind. And then the treat of baking a new potato in the embers of a garden fire when he burned the (organic) garden rubbish ...<br />Gosh, we were well fed as children. Fresh french beans, peas, onions, turnips, carrots, potatoes, broad beans, etc, along with gooseberries, blackcurrants, blackberries, strawberries, apples (eaters and cookers), and a whole lot more that I can't remember!Nnoreply@blogger.com