The decapitation took four hours, yesterday. Although when it came to it, a lot more brambles lost their heads than thistles. Yes I know, they were nicely in bud and would have been full of blackberries in a couple of months, but it was starting to become hazardous to come through the gate in the dark.
Weeza and Zerlina are going to spend the morning here, while Phil and the Sage go off to deepest Essex to pick up an edifice - with a platform, with steps up and a slide down, and a playhouse - which has been bought on eBay for z's birthday. The Sage and Al built a similar construction a couple of years ago for Squiffany and Pugsley; although the Sage already had the wood for it, some of it was soft wood and he reckons that buying enough hardwood for it would cost at least £200 and the slide was £80 - the equivalent now, new, costs £400 and they got it for less than half that, so it looks good value. As long as it can be deconstructed, brought back and put together again. It isn't Zerlina's birthday for another six weeks, but I don't expect they'll wait that long - the summer will be nearly over by then.
Next weekend is the village festival, complete with fête and beer tent. Well, strictly speaking, beer village hall. In the church, there will be a photographic competition - actually, Dave should enter that. There are decent cash prizes.