Pro Bio Brew Compost Tea AACT - Probiotics For Plants

Probiotics For Plants
Beneficial Bacteria Help Plants Access More Nutrition
Which Means More Nutrition For You
Perfect for vegetables, ornamental plants, lawns, shrubs, trees and more.
Ideal for inoculating new beds or growing areas too.

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Formulated to create high quality AACT the easy way
Actively Aerated Compost Tea - Air pump required
Recommended Pump:

Use this innovative Compost Tea Bag to boost your organic gardening.
Pro Bio Brew is made from only the best ingredients, putting nature to work for you.
The microbes in your garden are hard at work 24 hours a day 365 days a year.
Expand the microbial diversity and invigorate your soil food web.
Inoculate your plants to better protect themselves against pathogens and invasive moulds.
Support your plant's natural biome, creating a literal army of allies.

Brews 24 litres/ 5 gallons
Special introductory price of only £9.99 
(RRP £12.99)

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Pro Bio Brew includes over 800 grams of premium ingredients:
Large high quality re-usable cotton drawstring bag 
(25cm x 30cm)
Nettle Leaf
Volcanic Rock Dust
Worm Castings
Soya Meal
Nutritional Yeast
Natural Unrefined Cane Sugar 
Humic Acids
Amino Acids
Multiple species of: 
Arbuscular Endo Mycorrhizae Funghi
Trichoderma Funghi
Bacillus and Nitrogen Fixing Bacteria
Multiple Enzymes

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Open your Bio Brew Compost Tea Bag and remove both the sachets. Starting with the sachet of microbes and minerals carefully open it and pour the contents back into the bag. Repeat this with the large sachet of worm castings.
Pull the drawstring of the bag closed and submerse it in at least 6 litres of warm (25 - 30 celsius) non chlorinated water.
(Use rain water, filtered water or "12 hour aged" aerated tap water.)
Use the drawstring to tie the bag to the container handle or rim to keep the opening just above the water line. At this point it can be useful to the massage the bag gently underwater to help mix the ingredients.
Place the mixture in a warm location or add a Heat MatSubmersible HeaterHeat Belt or even a hot water bottle and some insulation.
Be aware that as the brew becomes active it can foam to various degrees. Allow space in your container for this and stand the container in place where potential foam overflow is acceptable. Perhaps stood on an old towel.
Introduce oxygen to the brew via an Air Pump and air stone/ diffuser.
Recommended Air Pump:
 Hidom 4.0w Aquarium Adjustable Air Pump
This is very important as it helps keep the tea aerobic and encourage the correct kind of microbial life.

Twelve hours later the Pro Bio Brew tea will be ready and active. Massage and squeeze the bag in the solution to release all the goodness thoroughly through the brew. Squeeze the bag over the brew to get the most out of it and then discard the contents with your normal compost. Wash and dry the bag for use again next time. The tea will be thriving full of billions of beneficial bacteria, for this reason it is advisable to wash your hands after handling this product just like any garden compost.

Dilution Range:
From a 6 litre brew you can dilute up to 1:10 for foliar feeding young and sensitive plants, 1:4 for normal use or use neat as a soil drench or for inoculating new beds. Remember to dilute with non chlorinated water.

Use the tea immediately after brewing avoiding intense sunlight (UV.)
Distribute the tea sparingly using a watering can or a pump sprayer making sure to choose a coarse spray pattern and not a fine mist which can actually damage the microbial life. Try to cover as much of the plant as possible.

Coverage will vary depending on your application style and the type of plants your are treating. Large foliage plants like beans will obviously require a greater volume of tea. The Pro Bio Brew Compost Tea bag will make up to 24 litres of dilute tea for normal regular use which is more than enough to cover every inch of a large domestic garden or vegetable plot. 

Treatment intervals will vary depending on how depleted your soil food web is. If your plot has been suffering under chemical fertilisers and pesticides then intensive treatment is recommended, up to once a week. Under normal circumstances application every three to four weeks is adequate. 

Clean Up:
 It is advisable to wash your hands after handling this product just like other composts.
Brewing compost tea encourages a "bio film" to build up on the equipment used. It washes off easily with plain water and a cloth or brush. If left to dry it is more stubborn to remove. For this reason it is advisable to clean the equipment immediately after use, especially air stones, air lines, watering can diffusers and pump sprayers.

In it's supplied for dry Pro Bio Brew can be stored for up to six months in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight. After this period it will still work but it's effectiveness may be reduced. Once Pro Bio Brew is brewed it is a fresh product and should be used immediately.

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Further Information:
AACT - Actively Aerated Compost Tea is a revolution in Organic Gardening.
Recommended reading: 
"Teaming With Microbes, The Organic Gardeners Guide To The Soil Food Web."

Microbial life seeks out minerals and nutrients that are otherwise inaccessible to plants. The microbes "digest" them making them bio available. Microbes inhabit the rhizosphere (root zone) and actively transport these nutrients to the host plant creating a symbiotic relationship. This means that the food produced from these plants will be more nutritious. They will contain more trace minerals than are found in commercially farmed plants grown in soil depleted of it's food web through the use of salt based fertilisers.

Microbes also inhabit the phyllosphere (leaf surfaces.) Here they feed from exudates the plant creates in order to harbour pro-biotic partners to help compete against and defend from invasive mould spores and other pathogens. This is one of compost teas largest advantages over traditional mulch and compost which don't make contact with the phyllosphere (leaf surfaces.)

Secret Tip:
If you bottle 500ml of brewed tea and store it in the fridge it can last for over a week and may be revitalised again, diluted back up to a couple litres with some added sugar and aerated in a warm place you could breed more beneficial microbes! It's not guaranteed, but can you make it happen? How long can you keep your colony alive for? Will you share it with your friends?

100 Mile Canoe Camping Journey down the river Wye. Wild Bushcraft Trip.

Canoe Camping the full navigable length of the river Wye.
From Glasbury to Chepstow, just over one hundred miles. 

The river passes through villages, towns, farm land, wild gorges and ancient forest.
I planned to travel solo and camp in remote spots catering for all my needs myself. 
I estimated I could cover twenty miles per day so the trip would last five days and four nights.
There were a handful of practice run day trips with friends which were invaluable for checking the canoe and canoe kit. I learned a lot and carried out some much needed maintenance.

A Coleman Ram-X 15 foot 
Canadian/ Open Canoe

The canoe is a twenty eight year old boat which was a gift I received when we moved close to the river. 
 The boat first had to be repaired to strengthen the hull at either end.

For the full article on the canoe repair project.

The River Wye

Self planned and organised trip of a lifetime!
The journey was solo and fully independent of any support or local amenities.

It all took careful consideration. Laying my kit out on a bed helped me get a good overview.
I was then able to draft a full kit list which evolved over a few days planning.

I divided the kit list into six categories.
Canoe Items - Camping Equipment - Cooking Equipment - 
Food - Clothes - Personal Belongings.

My luggage consisted of a water tight barrel, two five litre buckets with clip on lids, a cool box and a series of dry bags and kit bags. Using colour coding in my kit list helped me distinguish the packing order, considering ease of access and what level of water resistance was required for each item of kit.

The barrel, for example contained my clothes, electronics, sleeping kit and first aid pack.

The dry bags were used for general camping kit, toiletries and some repair items like duct tape etc. 

The buckets with clip on lids and the cool box were used for food items and cooking equipment.

The remainder of the gear was packed in kit bags which were wrapped in a cover and supported raised off the deck of the boat by the placement of two aluminium rucksack frames. 

The kit list is available by request as a PDF document
I can go into a lot of detail about the kit used and may well cover different aspects of it in other articles in the future, or by demand. You can email me any time.

Independant Canoe Camping means Food Too!
I'm keen on home cooked organic food so was very grateful when my partner Anna suggested making a batch of her famous chicken bone broth soup. Made with the finest local ingredients including some from my own vegetable garden it was simmered all day.

Anna jarred, or "canned" the broth just like you would do with a jam. It's not the ideal method for long term storage, for that one would use a pressure cooker. My trip was only four nights, so between the jarring and being kept cool and out of the sun we were confident it would work well. I was also going to be heating the broth up to a slow boil when cooking it with noodles or rice.

All my food fitted nicely in the buckets, cool box and a tupperware. It was a great feeling to know exactly what I was eating over the next few days. 
I was feeling totally in control of my own (immediate!) destiny.

I planned to source wild water along the route.
I started with a full one litre stainless steel bottle and a ten liter plastic container. I would only need to find a source twice or three times maximum.
I use a variety of water filtration and purification techniques depending on the situation.
I was carrying my full water kit with me. 

Not for the boat! That thing can take nearly four hundred kilograms!
Was I carrying more equipment, clothes and food than I needed though?
More than I needed? Yes, perhaps... 
More than I wanted for comfort and "just in case..?" No, I don't think so.

There was food left at the end that I didn't eat, but that is better than being hungry.
There were clothes left at the end that I hadn't worn but that is better than having capsized and being wet and cold.
There was a tent that I didn't use...
There was a spare paddle that I didn't use but that's better than "being up a creek without a..."
There was a padlock and chain that I didn't use because I didn't have to leave the boat.
There was more superfluous kit like the mosquito net and boat repair equipment, but I think the same applies.

Is there anything that I wish I had taken and didn't..? A nail brush.

That's the beauty of solo canoe trips without any portage. There's plenty of room for kit!
If this were a bicycle touring trip, or backpacking then of course the approach would be very different!

It was great to get out on the water but rather daunting knowing how many miles I had to cover.
I departed Glasbury around midday.

My first night I set up a little camp between two willow trees with my tarp and my hammock.

I popped open a jar of the chicken bone broth and started simmering it with a nest of dry noodles.


I was able to enjoy my own private beach and eat dinner as the light faded. 
This was what it was all about. The excitement at finding this ideal spot for the first night was great. 
I felt really good about the trip.
On my plate you can see the little contact lense cases that I used to carry salt, pepper and chilli flakes.

After dark I lit my fire, climbed into my hammock and fell asleep staring at the flames.
I awoke in the night to hear a reasonably sized mammal of some description rummaging around underneath me. I keep a tidy camp with everything stowed away as it should be so I was not worried that the animal was up to no good and I just lay there and listened. I assume it was some kind of vole. That's why I have buckets with clip on lids.

I was awake at sunrise and on the water swiftly after a breakfast of fruit, nuts and coffee.
It got hot quickly, the sun was strong.

Amazingly I found a boat drifting aimlessly down the river! At first I thought that I had some good luck and it's just the kind of boat I'm on the look out for! However, I did the right thing and phoned the number written on the hull in permanent marker. It belonged to a nice woman from a local campsite. She was very grateful for the call and arranged to meet me at the next town. I towed that canoe for a few miles! It certainly made maneuvering a bit tricky but I got the hang of it.

Later that day a storm rolled in.
Below you can see how the boat is packed for all weather.
The grey cover was ideal for holding all my dry bags and kit bags together placed on top of the aluminium frames which are just visible on the left hand side.

The storm bought lightening with it
The rains came. Hard

I got off the water and tied the boat under some trees.
I erected my tarp to create some shelter and started to prepare a full cooked breakfast for lunch.
What would you do?
The rains continued but by the time I had done the washing up, checked my maps and faffed with my kit the rain was passing. The sky was brightening and I was able to set off again.

What a perfectly timed lunch stop!

The storm had left a high humidity and the day was really warming up again. This meant there was a heavy mist sitting on the cold water for the next few hours. It was very atmospheric.

Once the sun came out again I was able to start to dry out my kit. I even opened the barrel just to vent any moisture from the damp evening and my sleeping kit. Although the contents of the barrel were dry I thought this was good practice.


For the rest of the day I shifted kit around and opened various bags to allow things to air.
You can even see my socks draped over the centre thwart!

That night I managed to find a spot where I could sleep in my hammock almost hanging over the water. The ground was so un-level that I was able to cook my dinner from my hammock!

It was total chance but right behind my camp was an amazing natural spring where I was able to fill my water container.
I warmed some spring water on my stove to have a hot wash. 
I carry a collapsible rubber washing up bowl that is perfect for this. 
I went to bed feeling amazing
It was a magical place and my dreams were vivid that night.

Again, I was up at sunrise and off.

For my third night I found an amazing

It was sheltered and quiet with it's own perfect river beach.
The island was alive with nature including this incredible mushroom log.
Miraculously there wasn't duck poo everywhere either!

. Someone told me to always camp high above the water level in case it rapidly rises in the night but I couldn't resist having my own island. My bed was probably less than a meter above the river level but I felt fine about it, despite the storm of the previous day! 

The beauty of minimal camping like this is that if water were to start flowing over into my sleeping bag in the middle of the night it wouldn't take long for me to chuck everything in the boat and find a higher place to put up my hammock.

This was the first time on this trip that I had been able to sleep on the ground, everywhere else had been uneven and muddy. Although I sleep well in a hammock it is my preference to be on the ground so I was looking forward to this.

I had the perfect sunset looking out over my 
Private Island River Beach

My camp was set back from the waters edge on the slightly higher ground and hidden from the view of the footpath on the bank.

I had some time to play around with some camp craft. I made sure my wood for the evening was sawn and stacked conveniently and a good fire pit which I could close the following morning for minimal disruption to the ground, although it was clear this island floods periodically because there was debris deposited around so any trace would surely be washed away periodically.

The morning on my island was one of the nicest of my trip. I had a lazy start, safe in the knowledge that I wouldn't be moved on by a land owner or a fisherman. I was camped out of sight and was keeping a low profile.
I felt like I was in my own little world.
I had another hot wash and a full cooked breakfast.
I cleaned some of my kit before loading my boat for another day afloat.


I found keeping things clean, tidy and packed away properly made the whole experience easier.
I take a pride in caring for my kit and the boat.
I was spending so many hours a day in the boat it helped my morale and pride to keep things ship shape.
A sponge used for mopping out and cleaning the boat was brilliant to have along. A stiff brush for scrubbing shoes, sandals (feet!) and kit was invaluable.
Rivers are muddy places.

Once I got settled in the boat I would carry out some house keeping. It's amazing how the mud and water mix to create a real mess and before you know it the boat could become a real hovel if you didn't keep on top of it. I enjoyed sitting there paddling away in a dry clean rig.

It would be different on a trip with lots of stops and starts, where you're hopping in and out the boat but on long distance canoe journeys it makes a lot of sense.

My dashboard where I did everything on the boat from map reading to eating became an important space, it was in my field of vision all day.
I got to know it intimately over the thirty or so hours of paddling that I put in. 

In this picture below you can see how multi functional the space becomes, I was having my lunch whilst making the odd corrective paddle stroke keeping me flowing down the river. I could cover half a mile over a sandwich!

Once I reached my hometown which is over halfway on the trip I thought it would be poetic to collect some water from the brook that runs down our valley and into the Wye. It's a forest village with no massively polluting industry or agricultural land so the brook flows fast, clear and cold.
Ideal for running through my filter and using for the next couple of days.

As I jumped out the canoe I decided for the first time not to put my sandals on. They were dry and ready for the evening and the weather was warm. 

As I waddled back down the ice cold brook I very distinctly stood on some glass!

I felt it pierce the ball of my foot and penetrate deeply. It was a horrible feeling.
It didn't hurt at first because the ice cold water had numbed my feet.

I hobbled over to a step where I assessed the situation.
The incision was narrow but deep. It was bleeding heavily.
I felt utterly gutted, I felt like a fool for not putting on my sandals!
I was angry that it happened in my village!

Had the spirit of the brook taken my blood in turn for the water that I thought it was freely giving?

My options were spinning around in my head. Was this the end of the trip!? Could I go on? It would be so easy to phone my girlfriend, she'd be down here in ten minutes, full of love and support. We could load up the car, lift the boat out the water and I'd be home before I knew what happened!
I must admit, I was on the verge of tears. The pain, the stupid mistake, the embarrassment, the failure.

The whole time I was going through this I was holding pressure on my elevated foot to try and stem the bleeding. It worked. I was then able to clean the area thoroughly and inspect the injury.
The cut was short, clean and almost surgical.
The iodine disinfectant stung like nothing else does!

I composed myself and continued to dress my foot. Some Steristrips, a series of waterproof plasters then all protected by a bandage. It felt good, secure.
I decided not to phone my girlfriend and instead put on shoes and socks.

I had thirty miles and one more night to go.
At least I wasn't pedaling! I could do it sitting down! 
Keep it clean, keep it dry.

My foot would still hurt at home so I decided I might as well keep going and be doing what I love

I was hobbling around so that night I slept on the shingle right next to my boat.
I didn't have to unload anything, no carrying of kit, no tarp just a bivvy bag on the floor.
I even cooked on the boat.

Upon waking the following morning I felt great. I was so happy that I had decided to keep going. 
The river was beautiful, the wildlife was out in force and I felt very alive.

It was my last day. I had twenty miles to go.
I knew I'd be home that night.

As the day progressed a strong wind developed in my favour.
I rigged up an umbrella to the centre thwart with some bungee cords.
It worked as a fantastic sail
I used my paddle as a rudder and was able to get some great speeds.
At some points it was the fastest I had travelled in days! 
Cheating? Nah...

By lunchtime I had arrived at the point of no return at Brockweir Bridge, seven miles short of the one hundred to Chepstow. The last landing point before the finish line.
From here the river is tidal until where it joins the Severn estuary.
The departure time from Brockweir Bridge is critical. If you leave at the wrong time it can be impossible to land at Chepstow, the final destination. There are high tidal mudflats that will prevent you from reaching the jetty. The mud is dangerous and it's possible to get stuck.
If you miss the jetty there is a second chance as you get swept out to the estuary and stay left hoping that the wind or the currents don't have other plans. You can tuck yourself around the headland and paddle a short way back up the Severn to land at an old concrete ferry terminal that was used before the Severn bridges were constructed. This however is a risky business paddling solo, full of kit, with an injured foot.

When I planned the trip I had a good idea that my arrival at Brockweir Bridge would not coincide with the perfect tide so I had decided to leave it to fate. I would check and confirm the details upon arrival and stay one more night out if need be. It turned out that the next tidal window was 8am the following morning, almost twenty hours to wait! I hadn't anticipated the banks of this stretch of the river being so muddy either and I wasn't as mobile on my feet as I would have liked so I made the hard decision to call it a day and finish here. 
For now!

These decisions are hard to make but when safety is at stake it's important to know when to call it.

Ninety three miles from Glasbury.

Returning home that night was a powerful experience. I felt a whole mix of emotions. I had a huge sense of achievement and felt very deeply connected to my landscape.
My girlfriend's face was the most beautiful I had ever seen, she looked like an angel.
The straight lines and clean smooth surfaces inside our house were very pronounced.

Everything looked so beautiful
The world was radiant

I still had the remaining seven miles to do! It was just sitting on my mind over the next few days. 
I read more information, I looked at more maps, I made more plans.
My friend Johnny was keen to do some camping in the Forest of Dean and had enjoyed canoeing for an afternoon with me before so we decided to do the last leg together.

Instead of setting off from Brockweir Bridge and completing the seven mile trip in a morning we decided to start back at Symonds Yat to create a twenty two mile trip with an overnight stop.
Johnny and I got on the water around lunchtime.

We didn't travel far that day, instead we spent time wandering in the forest.
The canoe was tied up hidden in a bush down by the river and we had all our kit on our backs.
In total contrast to my massive expedition this was a lightweight trip with an emphasis on bushcraft

We found an amazing cave where we decided we would sleep.
Having returned from sourcing some great wild water we decided to practice some friction fire techniques.
Johnny made a bow and drill set from materials gathered from around us.

We persevered trying to create an ember for over an hour
A good dust pile was building up under the hearth of the drill, we were getting plenty of smoke and the dust was blackening but we just couldn't get an ember. I don't know why. It's something that we've both achieved before but I think Johnny is more experienced than me.
My experience with friction fire is mostly using a flint stone and steel striker.

Johnny had collected some King Alfred Cake fungus and some soft seed heads of some description.
This combination made a great tinder bundle which I lit with a ferrocerium steel striker once we gave up on the bow and drill.
We were sitting around a blazing fire in no time.

For starters we had red peppers and onion skewer kebabs drizzled in pesto and a pinch of salt roasted directly over the flames on hazel sticks.

The main course was a lamb chop each, again cooked on skewers over the coals.
We both had vivid dreams that night staring at the flames light flickering across the rock face.

In the morning we were up at sunrise to cook some eggs, cracked directly into some hollowed out potatoes and placed in the coals.

It was a great idea Johnny! 
Totally delicious with a pinch of salt

We had about twenty miles to cover to Chepstow
To finish something I had started

Our critical departure time from Brockweir Bridge was at 1pm to get us safely down to Chepstow.
This was at the thirteen mile mark so we had to leave early.

Something I learned about canoe miles is that it's not important to paddle hard, or drive the canoe fast. What's important is to put in the hours and paddle gently, constantly.
Have lunch drifting. Take breaks when the river speeds up, saving your energy for the long still stretches. Slowly does it, just putting in the hours. Navigating the flow of the river, letting gravity do the work.
Get in the flow

Unfortunately we hit a fierce head wind as soon as we turned the corner at the beginning of the Monmouth straight. It was relentless and at some points had us barely travelling forward at all. We reached Brockeird Bridge at 1pm, no proper time for the planned lunch stop.
It was now or never and the wind was solid. 
I could see the weather front moving in from the south, the sky darkening and that wind... It was another hard decision but I had to do the right thing. Considering not just my safety but also Johnny who has very little canoe experience and would totally be in my hands.
We were tired from the wind and it just wasn't right to continue.
I called it off and we finished there.

So, at the time of writing this article despite canoeing ninety three miles solo on my trip and around forty or fifty in preparation with other friends and thirteen with Johnny, I am still yet to complete the last seven mile stretch to Chepstow.
Watch this space...