Blimmin' Strimmin'......

The afternoon has been spent strimming round the house, generally tidying up the grass. Strimming is an odd pastime. You start off mad with power, cutting everything in your path (or is that on your path?), mowing a swath through the rainforest of grass - but after an hour of so it just gets to be a drag.

...and the dangers.... cutting your toes off, white finger with vibration are nothing compared to strimming a slug or a hidden pile of dog shit....well readers I leave the rest to your imagination suffice to say I was not wearing face protection. Live and learn.


A scythe would be just the job, elegant and silent.