TODAY we started clearing an area around the garden boundaries, ready for The Fence. We have decided on a six foot feather-edged and capped affair.
But first there are the remains of tree stumps to be removed, the last stubborn brambles to be torn out of the ground, and the remnants of past rose gardens to be tidied away.
Meanwhile, work continues in removing the detritus of twenty years from the hedges. We have discovered that my father followed the philosophy that no household rubbish was too humble to be used as filler for a gap in a hedge.
Running total to date includes a carpet, two mats, a toilet cistern, a pram axle and wheels, and a traffic cone (household use of the last item uncertain).
After two months of wet and cool weather, the sun is now shining (just in time for the schools to go back). So it was hot work.
“Why are we working this hard at our age?” said Arthur the Handy Gardener. “We must need our heads examined.”
Sat here now, I’m more concerned with my back. Still, it will soon be time for wine, so that’s ok.