The young chap that is cutting the hedges of our dairy-farmer-neighbour-directly-south-of-us said that he would cut our very tall beech hedge along the road for money. If he does that, we save a LOT of time. I can't really use the hedge cutter. It's too heavy for my weak and girly arms. The Man of the Place takes care of these sorts of things. I was just relieved that with the arrival of the young man and his tractor no family member is climbing onto a wobbly ladder with a heavy, petrol driven hedge cutter. I always fear deep cuts that involve dashes to hospital for restitching/reattaching of things.
While Scott was dumping logs, the young chap who cuts hedges made quick work of our tall, roadside hedge. Tidy and quick - it is money well spent to have him do this. Please note the muddy patch on the above photo. This is where the next loads of gravel are going . . . the ground has been so soft with the constant rain. To prevent more mud in our lives, gravel is being put down.
They all went away and we were left with a tidy hedge and a pile of logs to stack. The toad and newts are tucked into the new wood pile and after we get the rest of the gravel down, we'll be set for winter.