My big hedge cutters had come back from the workshop and were lying there taunting me.
Oh well, out with the ladders and a couple of hours later the job was done.
My shoulders are now numb, how on earth did I manage to cut hedges for eight hours a day in the ever distant past, day after day? All I could do later was to wander round the garden and take pictures of some of the plants.
Some Quercus or other! (Well it is The Children's Mother's Birthday so I won't belabour the fact that she can't remember!)
One glass of Birthday Malt and now her brain has gone completely....!
I better go back to landscapes tomorrow!!