more mowing

This afternoon they were at it again - the last of the equinoctial mowing of the rough grass around the apple trees, using bush blades because it was so tussocky.  The grass was then pitchforked into piles which D calls the "frog palaces" (thinking that all those frogs might take refuge in there from the swishing blades).

I was trying to make the photo look like one from the turn of the century which I have in an old album. I got it from a charity shop, and the cover title is "Sunny Memories".

I've taken a photo of the old photo which you can see in my extra.