Saturday, 10 July 2010

A cut by the cut

I remember when I was a kid, my dad used to cut the hedge round our garden with what looked like a GIANT pair of deadly scissors. It used to take him about 3 days to do the whole lot. But they didn’t have any hi-tech stuff in them days, or Alan Titchmark, or landscape gardeners who were always hidden away in the undergrowth of stately homes somewhere. Still, it looked great when he’d finished…
 
When Dave and me got married and we moved into our house, the back garden was something else, I mean those hedges were about 10 foot high and 5 foot deep. By then electric hedge trimmers had been invented and by god he needed them. We used to fill our brown wheelie bin, and (very kindly) two of our neighbours loaned theirs out. He used to hate doing that job, and I used to hate picking up all the debris. Still, it looked great when he’d finished…
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hen there’s this, beautifully manicured hedges next to the canal (towpath side) done yesterday, by a little man sat in a mini tractor thing with a deadly mechanical attachment. The deadly attachment  twirled in every direction you can think of. It was like watching the mechanical version of Edward Scissor hands, easy, no effort required. Still, it looked great when he’d finished…
 
Andy does a lovely job of landscaping the marina, but this guy did a great job of getting the hedge at the other side of the canal straight on a bumpy towpath,.Even if he did have a giant deadly penknife to help him…
     
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Bet he couldn’t do that with a grotty pair of garden shears…

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