This morning, around 8am I heard an unusual loud industrial noise which sounded like it was in the street in front of my house. I looked out of my window, there was nothing to be seen. The volume ebbed and flowed and I took it to be a road cleaner making its way around my estate. Every time the sound got louder I had another look at the street in front of my house. Nothing!

Every time the sound got louder the neighbourhood dogs were barking for England!

In the back of my mind the noise sounded familiar…

Ah yes! Hedge trimming of the bridle path that runs past the back of my garden, it happens but once a year.

When I looked outside the back of my house, at the end of the bridal path I could see the the tractor with its hedge trimmer. Despite the rain and wind the tractor was ready with its trimmer for another sweep of the hedges. The tractor went back and forth trimming the sides, also back and forth at least three times trimming the top off the far side hedge.

Suddenly after just over two hours the tractor was gone. The nearside hedge had not been treated to a top cut, let alone a small trim.

Oh well… I am sure the birds that were also disturbed with the industrial activities will enjoy the extra greenery in the summer months.

After the tractor had left, the sun came out