Big field double cut

Finally I cut my way through the four foot high knapweed, wild carrot, bramble and old fella’s beard that resulted from that long ago cool and wet late spring. First with a steel foot on the brush cutter and then a second cut with the rough cutter. The piles of waste were only put up to assist the second cut: the wild boar will toss them around like so much flotsam when they come ploughing through searching out scarce sustenance in this never-ending heat and dry. You make a pile of field stone near as pie and overnight you’d not know it were once there, scattered out wide to the four compass points

I’m listening to Barbara Kingsolver ‘s latest on Audible whilst evi-dently doing this.

It hit 28.9C in the late afternoon.