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Feel a tad left behind like these wee guys. Bit of a dwam so tackled the jungle of a garden. Decided to be rather ruthless with my choppers and pruned the St John’s Wort and cornus within an inch of their lives.
One half of the garden rather bald, looking a bit like Phil Oakey’s 80s hairstyle.
Down to Kelso to check in on my mum. A year to the day since she was knocked down, her near full recovery is remarkable.
Dinner at the Buccleuch Arms to commemorate.