Nettles fight back

I do love a plant that doesn’t go quietly.   I was having an early evening strim (wish it was a swim) doing all the edges.   Up at Jean Daniel’s road, all along the bits of the chestnut steps, down the back near the car parking and down to the first terrace below the house.

I’m nursing the last bits of motor mix until I can stock up again on Saturday, so I thought it best to wade into the nettle patches that are about the slopes. In I went all strimmer blades whirring and out I came five minutes later prettily covered – and I mean covered – in green goo.   Juicy nettles make for a very messy shirt, trousers, face protector and head.

I am going to hang up the strimmer, retrieve my empty can of petrol/oil that is up at the top of the property and go and immerse myself in water.   The white shirt will have to soak.