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Digging with Naomh

Updated: Apr 18, 2020

Today we're going digging with Naomh Turton, one of our brilliant bar staff.

On our conquest to bring a little light into this crazy world we’re experiencing, we started an allotment. Partially as ode to our ancestors before us, and to find a sustainable food source that’s slightly more dependable than the ASDA delivery service!

Getting a taste of what a green thumb feels like, and the smell of that neighbouring chimney that burns turf on the daily, truly has given us a bit of a haven. I’d encourage you all to use God’s gift to us, get outdoors in this glorious weather and get planting! Small or large, I can guarantee it will give you a great sense of purpose.

Get digging!

Digging - Seamus Heaney

Between my finger and my thumb

The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound

When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:

My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds

Bends low, comes up twenty years away

Stooping in rhythm through potato drills

Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft

Against the inside knee was levered firmly.

He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep

To scatter new potatoes that we picked,

Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade.

Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day