Just over a month ago I bought myself a proper wheelbarrow. I anticipated moving a lot of earth and clipped vegetation from one side of my garden to the other before the autumn was over, and a wheelbarrow would make that a lot easier.
So here it is. I bought it ready-assembled from a local garden centre (I don't do assembly).
You can see how much 'vegetation' has to be shifted! Jackie and Kevin next door want access to their boundary so that they can replace all the fence panels. I therefore need to clear the ground somewhat. This ties in with my long-term plans for my back garden, and Jackie will give me a hand.
I haven't made a start yet, though. I want my left shoulder to really heal up first. It's almost right. Then my shiny new wheel barrow, at present awaiting action in the conservatory, will be brought into play. I hope it doesn't get too dirty. I get laughed at for not wanting to get mud on the lovely green wellies I bought last year. But they're too nice to mess up. I won't be quite so precious about the wheelbarrow, but I shall certainly look after it, and not let it go the way of its predecessor, which was left out in all weathers and just rusted away. This one will have sympathetic treatment, and be stored out of the rain, probably in my garage.
What a simple affair it is, too. A metal trough on a metal frame, with handles and a wheel. The tyre is pneumatic, the only sophistication, apart from the metal being galvanised. I hope we become friends. Because that will encourage me to get out and do stuff in the garden much more.