You simply have no idea unless your David or Drew ( Farmer Drew) as to how excited I was about getting the fields topped. The thing is I seemed to have acquired a bizarre and almost obsessive fascination/ hatred of the rushes ( pronounced “ Rashes” in Ayrshire) that had been left to colonise and plague the fields.
As much fun ( not the word many would choose to associate with doing so) as it is to try and decapitate them with a bush cutter - strimmer you really need a tractor , some attachments and a few hours of work to make any sort of difference.
So during the glorious spell of weather we had the tractor top and bail the fields and boy, they looked oh so pretty.
Another curious thing popped up in the drive garden… much to my annoyance it looked like someone had dumped expanding foam in the garden over night. Enraged by such clatty behaviour I went to inspect, however, upon closer inspection it became apparent that the “ expanding foam” liked to grow when it rained.
Obviously it wasn’t foam. It was a rather bizarre mushroom called a puff ball ( which was later taken and eaten by Ruben). Another of many firsts here.