I found out not long ago that a colleague has a horse. I used to ride so I asked if I could come and meet the horse and have a bit of a ride round the arena. While I was there I noticed the most magnificent huge, dark, stack of horse-manure. It was enormous, so I knew it wold be lovely as well-rotted inside. I rather excitedly asked colleague if I could come back and dig some manure - I think I was more excited about this than riding her horse - and she laughed and said sure. So this week after work I drove with colleague to the stables, bringing my husband along for moral support. He was so NOT impressed with the whole thing - he doesn't like horses, so wouldn't go and say hello to them. He doesn't like the smell of horses, even though to me it smells sweet and not stinky at all. He does not like manure. He does NOT like worms. So I donned my wellies and clambered onto the manure stack with my spade and empty compost bags, and proceeded to dig. I found to my delight dark, rich, heavy, worm-filled manure and filled five bags of the stuff while husband stood some distance away grumbling and moaning that we were going to have worms and poo in the car! I will admit that five bags of manure in the confined space of the car did kind of smell a bit, and we had a 45 minute journey home! But I am now so excited to have this wonderful organis fertiliser for my veges! Even better, two bags of the stuff will be given to my mum as a Mothers Day present! She's also very excited by this - a much better present for a gardener than a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers that are less pretty than the ones she could grow herself. Hooray for manure!