Meanwhile at ‘The Strimmers’ Arms’

Finally the sun came out. Even so a cool northerly flow has kept temperatures to sub- courgette growing. A chance to strim the abundant everything growing abundantly everywhere. It’s like an outdoor pantomime:

‘Where did you say the grass was?’

‘It's behind you.’

Still the wine they serve at The Strimmers’ Arms is restorative and cheap. It’s like something out of a Raymond Chandler novel, ‘I bought myself a drink and watched the dust balls roll across the desktop.’

‘Strimmer’ in Italian I hear you ask

Decespulgiatore