"Muck's Mannishment."

      Thus spake my farmer friend.  Our garden, on Red Lonning, Whitehaven, A Fire Service House had something on the garden I THINK it was supposed to be Soil - BUT - If it dried out you could pick up fist-sized Clods, BASH them together HARD and, possible, they might fracture, if you were lucky. 
     Between 1974 & '78 when we moved to Penrith it had turned into decent, crumbly, soil, courtesy of an annual load of muck; mannished (managed) to break the clay down admirably.
     Where does that fit in here?  On the bottom shelf, in the form of "Clay breaker"  NO need if you can find an obliging farmer.  For instance I once "Mucked out" his calf-Pen and took the muck as my wages.  I started at a slight crouch and ended up with several inches of head-room.
      And the rest?  "Over-kill"?  Are plants' need so diverse  that each variety requires its own mix?  I saw, in shot, Plant Food for:-
Azalea, Buxus (Box), Clematis and Hydrangea.  "Imagine, if you ,will~ ~ "© having to manufacture a different menu for each household on your Row?
One for the Smiths, one for Jones, one for the Browns, etc.