The last cut is the saddest

A reasonably dry and mild evening so thought I better do the inevitable and give the grass it's last cut of the year. I've missed it the last couple of years and having long grass all winter has annoyed me more than it really should have. Composted the last of the apples that fallen and put the garden furniture away for the winter. It was dark by 7pm but I'm choosing not to moan (outwardly, that is).

After lots of busy evenings and weekends lately, it was nice to sit on the sofa and watch a bit of trash. Repeat until March.