A mighty sward

A pleasing sight at the end of a long early evening’s mow.   I started in the orchard, moved up the track, did the lawn at the end of the pool. Hauled the mighty machine over the decking, attacked the main lawn area and finished by doing the bit in front of the house where the plum trees lie.

No, I lie – I did more – the area in front of the east garden, the east garden itself and finished by zipping down the margins of the road and put the machine back into the stables for a well earned rest.

And that’s a rather spiffy idea. 930pm and I’m famished.