One man went to mow...

It's that time of year again.
The grass has started to grow, and thoughts turn to the never-ending task of trying to keep it relatively tidy.

Being a bit of a petrol-head, it has to be a proper mower.
So the first cut of the year brings the Russian roulette of whether it will start or not.
Topped the petrol and oil up and it started without too much bother at all.

Much better than last year when I nearly broke my arm.
But that's another story...