It’s Raining but We’re Not Mowning

It was wet, it was cold, it was miserable, none of us even like tea so couldn’t accept the kind offer of a warming cuppa.

Even so, three hardy souls cracked on with enthusiasm, aiming to make a visible dent in a lovely, massive garden. We mowed, we cut back, we cleared paths and we tidied rubbish. After a solid hour and a half, this beautiful space turned into a a slightly tidier and more tranquil space.

Despite the resultant tranquility, things that might keep us awake this evening... Emmet and his curvaceous path-trimming; Emma and Mary-Anne and their not-so-compact lawnmower packing (despite some frantic googling of instructional videos).