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About The Author.
At about the age of 12,
I moved with my parents to a large old house with an acre of garden in
Staffordshire. The unkempt field like garden had a couple of old
smallish greenhouses at the bottom of it near to a large brick built
"shed" as we called it, although it had been many things
including a TV repair shop. My mother had been a keen gardener for
many years having completed an R.H.S. course when I was younger, so
she started growing tomato plants and selling the tomatoes to local
villagers. Quickly she expanded her ideas, started growing many plants
to sell and the family erected more greenhouses, but these were of a
commercial size. A few years later my father lost his job due to
detached retinas and he and my mother decided to make a proper
business out of the growing nursery, so they put his redundancy money
into yet more greenhouses and the business continued to expand rapidly
with little opposition locally.
In my late teens I developed an interest in collecting/growing
succulent and cacti plants, but on leaving school tried my hand at a
career in a high street bank. After 3 years in the bank as a clerk,
and after gaining some promotion, I decided it was not the life for me
at all, so decided to try and turn my hobby of growing cacti into a
small business. My parents by this time had one 50 foot glass
greenhouse that was underused, so I rented it from them and started
growing pot plants in large numbers to sell wholesale. The embryo
business was loosely based around succulent/cacti plants, but I also
grew pots of daffodils, hyacinths, ferns, ivies, etc, and took them in
trays to Birmingham wholesale market, where dealers tried to sell them
on to retailers, whilst taking a commission in the process.
I used ordinary domestic paraffin greenhouse heaters instead of proper
commercial heaters to heat the long greenhouse, 4 or five of them I
think. After they had been lit for the night they had to be checked to
make sure they were burning properly. One very cold night I had
forgotten to check them and they burnt with a thick black smoke all
night. The next morning the greenhouse/plants had a surreal appearance
with everything inside covered in what looked like black snow, ie, a
thick layer of soot. The loss of plants was too great, so I gave up my
fledgling business and spent a few months as a lifeguard before later
getting a well paid job as a sales representative for a greenhouse
equipment company that manufactured electric greenhouse heaters,
propagators and watering equipment which were sold to garden centres
and the horticultural trade in general.
At the age of 26 I had nervous breakdown and lost my job. As, by then,
my parent’s garden centre had developed even further and was
employing several staff, my father asked me if I wanted to work there.
By then I had developed an interest in fish keeping, so I built and
ran a new aquatics department on the garden centre, but during the
quieter weekdays helped out on the nursery with a little potting and
general nursery maintenance.
After some years, but before my parents decided to retire, the family
tried to start another wholesale plant nursery on a 15 acre site near
Derby on the outskirts of a village called Hilton. We developed the
site for about 3 years erecting 2 large 60 foot polythene growing
tunnels to protect the young plants. A water supply and irrigation
system were also installed and we supplied some plants to the main
garden centre. The project was beset by difficulties before recurrent
health problems, for my aging father, and myself forced us to
reconsider its prospects. My older brother took over the site gaining
a woodland grant to plant trees. Shortly after he took over the debt,
new stretches of the main road between Nottingham and Uttoxeter passed
the planning stages and construction started. After exploratory ground
samples were drilled and our land proved to be a good source of base
material for the planned elevated sections, my brother sold the site
and it was quarried.
More recently I have been writing books, become a bit of a computer
nerd, (Hence this book and web-site.) and during the last few years my
mother and myself have been planting fruit trees and bushes in our
garden instead of having herbaceous flower beds as she is getting too
old to enjoy gardening much now. We also love most fruit and will try
anything to eat, so we started looking for as many unusual trees and
fruit as possible, ones that can’t usually be bought in our shops.
As my interest in gardening grew I became involved with some new local
allotments and started growing vegetables as well. My mother and I are
practically vegetarians eating only a small amount of chicken and
fish, but heaps of assorted vegetables, and as with fruit, we will try
anything to eat, so we started looking for as many unusual vegetables
as possible and decided to try growing some of the more exotic ones on
my allotment that UK farmers don't normally grow.
The latest aspect of gardening that has caught my attention is cut
flowers. As my mothers health has failed more and more in recent
months I decided that fresh flowers round the house might cheer her
up, so my allotment has been put to good use in the cultivation of an
ever increasing range of flowering plants such as Sweet Peas,
Gladiola, Dahlias and Chrysanthemums.
This broadening of my gardening interests sparked the idea for this
particular book and website which I have put together with a little
help and advice from my mother who was able to draw on her decades of
practical experience.
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