So naturally this is the day we started clearing my father’s garden. The tree surgeons arrived at nine this morning. Four hours and three changes of clothing later, phase one of the project is complete.
Conifers, and a diseased cherry tree and copper beech, have been reduced to stumps ready for grinding to ground level.
Tomorrow, attention turns to the brambles and undergrowth. The garden I remember is already emerging from two decades of wild growth.