When we first looked at the house, way back in February, there were three large stumps in the middle of the lawn, each with a few poles growing out of them. By September they had transformed into a veritable coppice topping out at well over ten meters high, and a good eight meters across.
It was somewhat alarming to realise how quickly it had grown, and we feared if we gave them another year we might not have a lawn at all.
At the very least, it needed reducing in size and showing who was boss. Out came the trusty chainsaw, and we took it from this (okay so this was taken in summer, but you can see how ridiculous huge it was):
A mere skeleton of its former self. But it’ll bounce back.
We also took out most of a dead apple tree, and made a start on the world’s most giant GardenStump:
At some point during proceedings, the wheelbarrow committed seppuku. I don’t think it ever really recovered from drunken midnight railway sleeper maneuverings…
Progress though. Progress.
Oh, also – the chickens appear to be digging a tremendous hole in the garden…