Chop chop

Authored January 24, 2023

I spent the morning admiring nature. Watching a pitch black, hairy caterpillar make its way slowly across my backpack; speculating on what mammal might have made the large paths through the undergrowth; inspecting weeds I couldn't identify and wondering if they might be welcome.

I spent the afternoon with a strimmer and bramble busting cutting blade. It took all of 3 seconds to become power mad. Eat my petrol!

I'm stood with a petrol strimmer. It's quite large and is supported by a brace around my torso. My hat is red. My work boots are new. And I look pretty fetching, if I do say so myself. Anyway. I'm flanked by too large rusty drums, rusty freezer, and an old tire. Among more rubbish we've brought to the front of the allotment ready to remove. — Me, a rented strimmer, and a pile of rubbish we moved to the front of the allotment.

Facing away from camera I approach a huge area of tall, thorny weeds to cut down. They are somewhere between my waist and shoulder in height. — Eat my petrol.

A hoe, rake, mattock, serrated blade, shears, and lopper are lent against a dilapidated cold frame. — We found hidden tools whilst clearing out. The mattock I am particularly happy with.