The haircut

We are heading back out to France tomorrow, so I thought I had best be good and finish all the notes from earlier in the week.

Here are the shots of the strimmed bits.   I am very naughty and farmed out the hardest strimming projects we have on the steep garden and walls.

In this part of the garden next to the top vegetable garden you would think I am cultivating brambles.

They had crept all over the rocks and just love to twine themselves in the fencing around the garden.

I am sorely tempted to rip out the old sagging wire fencing. It seems to serve little purpose but to allow a handy climbing frame for wild clematis, brambles, and yet more brambles.

But I would have to replace it with something. This is the main thoroughfare from the top forest down the property. Deer, foxes and the very occasional wild boar make their way down here. And I don’t rate my asparagus patch much of a future if the wild animals get in.

They could grub up the potatoes and carrots in no time.

So for now, I just have to get the area strimmed down to the bare earth each year and try and come up with another plan before the next major weed season.