Monday was very similar to Sunday, except there was no visit from Mr & Mrs Tweedy.
The dogs were walked early in the day and the afternoon was spent attempting to tame the jungle that is optimistically referred to as the orchard. By the time the rain set in I had cleared the nettles and goose grass (Galium aparine) from about half of the orchard. The site of the old hen house* is now visible and the log shed** should be accessible after the next phase of the battle plan.
The only excitement was when the brush cutter flipped up a chunk of debris. It hit me squarely in the mouth and I could feel a trickle of blood, that and the rain put paid to any further clearance and I retired for the day.
30% enquired about the minor injury and I, somewhat, embellished the facts by advising that I had disturbed a bear in the undergrowth and had wrested it in to submission.
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* This was a dilapidated 8' by 10' shed with an attached run that served as home to our chickens until they were decimated by a fox attack last year. 30% and I dismantled this rat infested shack last year and ceremoniously burnt the timbers on a bonfire.
** A corrugated iron, open fronted shed that has a jaunty lean due to rabbit induced undermining. The shed bears the name Rose Cottage for some unknown reason. It was originally filled with a huge pile of kitchen worktops and other particle board offcuts. These were cleared and disposed off and it is now stacked with several cubic metres of logs from the trees felled in our garden clearance activities.
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