The Aquaponics Adventure in Runcorn
As I settled into our little corner café in Runcorn, sipping on my lukewarm black coffee, I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of a summer gone by—one that turned my backyard into a mini farm-and-fishery hybrid. Imagine using old tools, repurposing junk, and dealing with the smell of fish—yes, that was my brief but wild foray into aquaponics.
The Big Idea
It all started one evening when I spotted a YouTube video featuring this guy who looked a lot like my Uncle Larry, tinkering with what seemed like a cross between a fish tank and a vegetable garden. “I can do that,” I thought, fueled by overconfidence and a couple of PBRs. Right then and there, the idea was planted—a backyard aquaponics system that would not only provide fresh veggies but also sustainably raise fish. How hard could it be?
A week later, armed with a rusty shovel, an old aquarium I found in my shed, and some cheap goldfish from the local pet store—because let’s be honest, my DIY confidence was still ballooning—I was ready to dig in. Literally.
Making a Mess of It
I started by digging a shallow trench for my fish tank. At least, I thought that was the right place for it. The instructions were as clear as mud, and I might as well have been deciphering Egyptian hieroglyphs. As I began filling the tank with water, I realized I had no idea how to properly set it up.
I went back to my shed and found some old PVC pipes, left from the time I tried—unsuccessfully—to replace the plumbing. With a little elbow grease and a surprising amount of duct tape (man, I love duct tape), I managed to fashion a rudimentary system to circulate water between the fish tank and where the plants would go.
By this point, I had that same feeling I get when I’ve almost figured out a crossword puzzle: a mix of excitement and sheer terror. I picked up six goldfish, thinking they wouldn’t be too heart-wrenching to deal with if they didn’t make it. Spoiler alert: they didn’t.
The Smell of Failure
At first, everything seemed great. The fish swam happily, and I even threw in a few herbs—basil, cilantro, you know, the usual suspects. But, oh, when those fish started dying, it was like a punch to the gut. One morning, I woke up to the unmistakable smell of something gone wrong. The water had turned a murky green, and the fish, well, let’s just say they did not look happy.
It turns out, I had neglected the one vital component of my system: a proper filtration setup. The fish waste created more ammonia than I had accounted for, and it was like I had decided to create a toxic swamp instead of a sustainable ecosystem. I thought I’d nailed it, but that morning’s scene felt more like a horror movie than a peaceful backyard oasis.
Learning from the Mess
Defeated, I almost gave up. My wife insisted that I didn’t buy the last house on the block just to become an accidental fish farmer gone wrong. So I did what any sensible backyard tinkerer would do: I hit up my buddy George, who had been running a garden center in town for longer than I could remember. He chuckled at my misfortunes but offered to help me get back on the right track.
Turns out, he had some old filters lying around that I could use. He also introduced me to the idea of incorporating tilapia instead of goldfish—apparently, they are more resilient and better suited for aquaponics. So back to the pet store I went, this time asking more intelligent questions, armed with the wisdom of the ages, or at the very least, George.
A Glimmer of Hope
With the new system in place, a proper fish tank filter, and actual tilapia swimming around instead of my sad goldfish, things slowly started to change. There was still the odor of fish, but this time it was different—more earthy rather than rotten. I almost felt like I was starting to get the hang of it.
I re-planted my herbs and added some lettuce for good measure. The veggies took off, growing lush and vibrant. I could hardly believe it when I snipped a few leaves for my salad. The flavors were so fresh—far beyond anything I’d ever bought from the grocery store.
The Takeaway
Reflecting on that chaotic summer, I realized that every failed attempt just got me closer to understanding this art of aquaponics. Sure, I lost fish along the way, and I nearly turned my backyard into a swamp, but I also learned about resilience and persistence. And maybe, just maybe, I discovered a newfound appreciation for both nature and the patience it demands.
If you’re sitting there with a cup of coffee, contemplating whether to dive into this wild world of aquaponics, don’t let fear stop you. Embrace the chaos. If there’s anything I learned, it’s that you won’t strike gold on your first go. But with each misstep, you’ll grow stronger and wiser—just like those little plants in your backyard.
So, go ahead—take the plunge. Forget perfection. Just start, and watch what happens. Who knows, maybe you’ll end up as the next backyard aquaponics expert… or at least someone who can tell a good story over coffee.
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