What a glorious morning! You find me swigging coffee between doing battle with a hazel hedge and setting to on the next layer of hazel-weaving on the African hut. Guess what? I’m finding even more muscles that I don’t usually use!
Cutting the hazel was quite a task – you never have a bill hook when you want one, do you? Having fallen in the ditch enough times to prove that I wasn’t chicken, I headed home with sticks projecting from the back of the car and a cutting device endangering my left ear. Ah the joys of country living! Mind you, watching the livestock on various small-holdings being expertly cared for and just enjoying the morning, was a calming and healing experience. I wonder if hazel-weaving will have the same effect?
Let you know later – maybe with an up-dated photo or two.