We used to buy seeds commercially from D T Brown, Poulton Le Fylde but that was years ago. Don't know if they deal with the public (or even still trade)
Our dealings were long before plastic packaging became common. I came across one of their paper envelopes tomato seeds came in a while back.DT Brown do sell direct and I use them occasionally if I can't find things elsewhere. They're not my favourite. Often they use non-recyclable packaging and send me freebie plastic plant labels that I don't want and won't use, so it's just more plastic waste really
James
That came to mind a few days ago - the local nurseries was a few doors up from my grandparent's and at the beginning of the season all the neighbours (five houses then) would pitch in and help with the potting etc. (with little thanks from Brian) I can still remember the old coal fired heating boiler, sunk into it's own pit like some great monster waiting to pounce. All his children were a bit older than me but I was always roped in to help there was a massive stack of earthenware pots behind the old carthouse which we had to sort out and clean. Although the nurseries closed down about twenty years ago, the pots were still there, the pile was over head height, just covered in moss and brambles when they levelled the whole site (there were at least six massive greenhouses) they just put a bulldozer through the lot. the whole site went on the market a few days ago (outside the development area now thanks to some pig headed councillor
) four acres where the gardens were, another acre with a small lake and a few acres of ancient woodland with a disused victorian quarry. Plus a bungalow, and the original nurseries house)
We had a.60 foot by 10 foot propogating greenhouse which had raised beds either side of a central walkway. Under the beds ran 4" diameter cast iron heating pipes. These were heated by a Robin Hood coke boiler sitting in a pit next to the entrance door to the greenhouse. Because it was lower than the pipes gravity circulation warmed the whole length of the beds. Plant raising started in January each year and the boiler remained lit from then through until mid April (ish). The warm greenhouse was a favourite lunchtime haunt for various outside workers such as road sweepers, and neighbouring farm workers. The local signwriter used to unbolt the signs from their posts, bring them inside and repaint them in warm, dry comfort plus the paint dried better.That came to mind a few days ago - the local nurseries was a few doors up from my grandparent's and at the beginning of the season all the neighbours (five houses then) would pitch in and help with the potting etc. (with little thanks from Brian) I can still remember the old coal fired heating boiler, sunk into it's own pit like some great monster waiting to pounce. All his children were a bit older than me but I was always roped in to help there was a massive stack of earthenware pots behind the old carthouse which we had to sort out and clean. Although the nurseries closed down about twenty years ago, the pots were still there, the pile was over head height, just covered in moss and brambles when they levelled the whole site (there were at least six massive greenhouses) they just put a bulldozer through the lot. the whole site went on the market a few days ago (outside the development area now thanks to some pig headed councillor
Hoping our number come up on the lottery tonight
