With the bamboo chopped down a couple of weeks ago, and my Dad’s help in cutting the canes to length, all that was left to do was to dig out the roots, a task that M took to with gusto. I remember coming one year before we moved here permanently and being dismayed when I saw that R, who was looking after the land in our absence, had cut down the bamboo to ground level. Don’t worry, my mum reassured me, it will soon grow back. And of course she was right. I wonder just how many years that bamboo had been growing. And spreading.
The digging out of the roots took a few days but today, after a final turnover of the ground, we think we’ve got them all. The next job was to level out the earth and create a retaining wall which we did with some old curved roof tiles. While M bedded them into the ground, I was on soil redistribution duty, sieving a mixture of earth, sand and stones that was used to level our sloping drive for the tractor and that M had heaped beside our rubble pile. After 8 bucket loads and some stamping of the ground, we stood back and admired not only our bamboo free zone, but a wide, open view.
easy access to our apple tree
the retaining tiles from below
looking across to the hills without a bamboo cane in sight
All that is left to do is to burn the pile of roots but that’s for another day.