Back in 2004 I was preparing the soil for laying a deck, when after a few minutes excavating my spade hit something metallic. I scraped away at the soil until a curved outline was visible. My dad, who was helping me, probed inside the object with a garden cane. I suggested this probably wasn’t wise and asked my elderly neighbour if any incendiary devices had fallen on the area during the Second World War. He confirmed they had, so the police were called.
Within minutes two officers appeared, followed shortly afterwards by their boss. We were ordered to the front room of the house and the street cordoned off. Soon the bomb disposal squad arrived in their Land Rover and entered the back garden with spades. Half an hour or so had passed, when I was summoned outside by one of the team. His partner was standing in the garden, holding the bomb in his hand and smiling widely. Yes, you’ve guessed it. It was nothing more than an old galvanised bucket! D’uh.
Am I the only one with such an embarrassing garden tale? I doubt it. Please feel free to let me know about any gardening gaffes you’d rather forget about.