Continuing the attack

I started on this bed last spring, but had to stop when a blue tit flew out of a gap in the wall just behind the rose I was cutting back. It had a nest in the wall. Then I lost momentum, but today seem to have found it again. This time, I've started on the blackcurrant bush that was smothered in a wild tangle of ancient honeysuckle. I felt like prince charming hacking his way through the forest to get at sleeping beauty.