When You Can't Find the Right Tool — Make One.
There are certain things in life that drive me absolutely up the wall. Not big things. Not life and death stuff. I mean the small, niggly, persistent things that sit at the back of your mind for years and just quietly irritate you every single time they come up. And for me — for a very, very long time — one of those things was potting on tools. You'll know the ones I mean. Or maybe you won't, which rather proves my point. Those little dibbers and plug tools you find in garden centres. The ones that look like they were designed by someone who has never actually knelt down on a cold allotment and tried to get a hundred leek seedlings out of individual cells without wrecking their roots and losing the will to live. Too fat, too thin, wrong shape, wrong length, horrible plastic handle that makes your hand ache after twenty minutes. I've tried them all over the years and I have never — not once — found one that does exactly what I want it to do. So the only thing to do is mak...
