We started by the steps that were hidden under a mass of foliage and intertwined branches. At one time, they would have led up to a rectangular and walled stretch of land previously retained by the fallen wall and so about ten foot higher than our garden. The entrance into this area is now bricked off but I wonder if this walled garden was once the kitchen garden for our Old Rectory. I began delicately snipping thin branches with my secateurs but Agent O had other ideas. The chain saw came out.
Luckily, this wasn't one that my dad had bought for him. My dad loved a bargain. If it was cheap then it must be good: QED. He seemed to take a shine to S and would buy him electrical tools from well known tool suppliers, such as Aldi and Lidl. S was using the sander one day when it suddenly blew up. The same with the drill. By the time, he was given a chain saw, he was getting decidedly nervous. Were these acts of goodwill or acts of terrorism? The chain saw exploded too.
The saw that S was using today was one that he had bought himself. And he does like a bit of quality when it comes to his gadgets and power tools. So he is willing to pay for something that works and that is safe. Thankfully.
|A moment of calm before the chain saw massacre begins|
|There are steps in there somewhere|
|Undergrowth... and overgrowth|
|...and an entire tree came away in his hand!|
|Trying to saw through the trunk of ivy!|
|The Lady of the Manor arrives|
|The pile of debris grows|
I had no idea that ivy grew to such a size. We have some serious logs cut from the ivy that is growing out of the wall and into the wall and through the centre of the wall.
|It's a while since this wall saw the light of day|
|Note the sawn-off ivy, middle right|
|Another one bites the dust|
|The Lady of the Manor supervises the work|
|More tree removal|
We piled the debris at the top of the garden to provide a useful chav barrier! We must also invest in some really prickly plants to keep them out. I sound paranoid but these kids can be a serious nuisance. In the meantime, some of the brambles that we removed were long and very, very prickly. We piled them up at the top of the garden but, in the process, I got stuck in some for a considerable time! S had to come and undo me.
|A wall, a border and a path|
|The garden reappears|