Without a lawnmower and with being so occupied over the last several months, the lawn had grown knee high. I am blessed with the best neighbours ever. They have looked after me since Andy died and are always on hand to help. They bravely offered to mow my hay meadow.
Brian did the big task of strimming. I raked the cuttings and Jean collected them. 'It's what neighbours are for' she said.
Then we stopped for much needed drinks.
Ginger beer and shandy with ice.
A few days later, after hearing that I wanted an old-style push along mower, Brian produced this for me -
It's been in bits for eight years, having been at the cottage next door for about fifty years, in Jean's family. Brian got to work and put it together for me one night. Now I can cut my own lawn - without the expense and bother of petrol or electric. Isn't it beautiful? I love it. And I love my neighbours.