Now Christmas is over and the wrapping paper
recycled boys can now start playing with their new toys, not that big boys ever
needed Christmas as an excuse to get a new toy. Perhaps you should really
read tool for toy and bloke for boy for if there is anything more 'Blokey' it
is the absolute need that before any new task is embarked upon you must first
get the right tool for the job, even if what you have will do the job just as
well. I guess every 'better half' will recognise this peculiar trait in the
Bloke of the species as if it were a genetic tick, rather like if the Bloke
driving from A to B takes a wrong turn but rather than turn around just puts
his foot down in the belief that eventually you will end up on the road to B.
Well okay maybe that's getting a bit too close for comfort, but really I did
need that tool and we did get there in the end.
This rather curious preamble is because some time
ago at an open day on the allotment, and after a series of thefts from plot
holders tool boxes, I did a little talk about what tools were really necessary
and what were not. Basically all you need is a spade, fork, hoe and rake with a
trowel for planting. Simple portable and if of the best quality you can afford,
durable. In fact rather than go to the garden centre and spend a fortune, try
the local car boot sale were you can pick up a top quality items for a fraction
of the price. Just because it is old will not mean it's knackered, rather,
think that it has already lasted someone a lifetime and will probably last
yours as well.
After the talk and quite unashamedly, I thought
to my self "I'm the last person in the world to do what I
preach", the damn things are spilling out everywhere. In my defence it
maybe because I have a reluctance to throw things away and, as I learn more and
get older, there is the realisation that an old hand tool is often better than
the raucous smelly 2-stroke that looked the ticket in that catalogue. I have to
admit to a shed full of petrol tools of which the lawn mower is the only one
now in use. The strimmer is now superseded by a scythe and a sickle, the hedge
trimmer by adjustable shears and the chainsaw by a 3' bow saw that cost me £1 a
foot down the car boot.
The other thing I have are shelves full of books
on allotments, gardening and the way it 'used to be done'. The forgotten
Arts (John Seymour), The Victorian Kitchen Garden (Jennifer
Davies), Old Garden tools (Kan N Sanecki) or The Kitchen Gardens
at Heligan (Tom Petherick) where they garden as if it was still
1870. What comes across most clearly are the number of similar looking but
very different tools each designed to do a specific job (can you see a link to
the 'bloke' thing here) but strip away the regional differences and what you
have are tools that are designed do the job, efficiently. It is at
this point that you realise power tools are a bit of a blunt instrument who's
only saving grace is speed, and that over accuracy.