Cash, our new long term volunteer (more about her later), and I had a very satisfying morning composting the garden. All last year the kitchen waste had been piling up in the compost bin built by volunteers out of recycled fencing timber. As the season goes on the rabbits and gulls pick over it but what is left rots down beautifully.
Now we were able to dig out a soft dark brown soil-smelling compost and spread it on the new potato patch, the fish boxes where the garlic is growing and more fish boxes where we will grow salad. I can't tell you how satisfying that it to do, for me it is a kind of magic where old vegetables are turned into crumbly plant food.
Now all I have to do is to try to persuade our seabird researchers to stop putting the remains of their dissected seabirds from the seabird wreck in the compost heap!