It was a little chilly on the allotment this morning, well it would be being Naked Gardening Day, so I put my skin and layers of clothes back on and set about attacking the mound of compost from the bottom of the Dalek.
The rotating sieve makes light work of breaking the compost down. It makes me wonder why bought compost can't look, smell and feel this good?
The last of my spuds going into buckets are going to love this compost mixed with coir and some potato fertiliser tomorrow. I reduced the pile down to ground level, sieved and bagged up the compost ready for use.
Don't forget it's International Compost Awareness Week from tomorrow