Grass Cutting

It seems like last weekend was grass-cutting time in the village where we live. And yes, we did ours too – it’s just that it wasn’t part of any planned activity.

But over the last two evenings while out walking Hound, I’ve noticed that the grass has been cut in a whole range of locations around the village – not just the gardens, but also the edges to the fields where we walk Hound, in front of the duck pond, the area around the main crossroads, it’s all been cut.

Most bizarre.