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Black gold

THE START OF A NEW YEAR generally means austere regimens of meagre repasts and masochistic workouts, but really, who among us has the appetite for selfsacrifice this time round? Rather than firing up the NutriBullet, why not focus instead on getting your garden’s soil into shape? The secret to that, of course, is the compost heap.

Composting sorts the serious gardeners from the put-’em-in, whip-’em-out dilettantes who rely on fresh specimens from the garden centre each season. Rather like sourdough,

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