Die weeds die!

This is a huge strimmers that we borrowed from the allotment shop. It comes with a full body harness and is run on testosterone and insanity. As you can see, the plot is pretty darn overgrown. The weeds were up to knee height before we started.

We took it in turns to strim parts of the plot as it is really big. The toughest part was the very back of the plot which was wild with blackberry vines. This is Guy leaping into commando strimming action hacking them all down. He said it was the closest he ever got to being in the army. You can also see our little greenhouse here, it's really cute and made of old doors.


And here's Hugh putting the final touches to the cleared plot. When the strimmers was running it sprayed grass and weeds and spiders and all sorts of muck everywhere, and it was really loud, so it was impossible to see or hear anything while strimming. I think it was shortly after this picture that Hugh mamaged to strim a poor frog. It was pretty grim. Since then I've been trying to make a load of noise to scare away other frogs so they don't suffer trajic allotment accidents. This makes me look a little mental to the neighbours, as I jump around shooing the ground. Ah well.