Hustling the grass

Our original intention had been to leave for the beachhouse as soon as possible after farewelling the Tsukens at the airport. An appointment with the hairdresser (before I go back to work on Monday) delayed that, by which time we had visitors, leading to fish and chips on the deck. So we had a day trip, as there were some things needing to be done; most importantly was getting the recycling out for collection early in the week.

We paused on the journey back to visit S' cousin and his wife. He was busy on the ride on mower. Despite appearances, he didn't object to the photo.