The weekend in high summer.
And with the nesting season over, its time to do something about the hedges.
Hedges are needed here, as we are high up on the cliffs/downs, and can get windy, so the hedges protect the more sensitive plants.
Acers didn't survive anyway.
We get a guy to come round to cut the hedge, and we gather the clippings and bag them up. Was easy until this year, as DDC has done away with the bags and instead we have a single brown wheelie bin, into which you can get the clippings from about a yard of hedge.
So, we used the bags, and after filling a carful, Jools took them to the tip. I think we did four such runs, so that by midday, we were hot and bothered, Bob finished and Norwich were about to kick off, so we stopped, leaving the last bit to Sunday when it would be cooler.
I had gone to Tesco first thing, and with me on my travels this week, and after several weeks of topping up supplies, the bill came in 14 pence under a hundred quid.
So to the start of the football season proper. Norwich were away at Oxford, who were a league below us last season, both reached the playoffs, but Oxford went up.
We should have eased to a win, but being Norwich, we played like strangers and lost 2-0.
Just the 45 games to go, then.
I listened to Charity Shield, City v United, and United took the lead just as we left for Jen's. When we got there, John was watching the penalty shoot out, as Citeh levelled in the remaining 5 minutes.
Citeh won as Evans skied his shot over the bar, out of the stadium and still hasn't landed.
Or something.
After supper we play cards of course, and Jen wins.
Of course.
The card Gods are not smiling on me recently, so I hope for a winning evening sometime soon.
Driving back home last night, we found the road into the village blocked by a car on its roof. The police were in attendance, and I don't think people were seriously hurt.
We turned down the road to East Langdon to get back on the Deal Road, so were greeted with this fine view of the sunset over East Langdon, while a car zoomed by on the main road.
Back home, we pour a beer. Or cider, and sit on the patio in the coolness of the evening.
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