The brambles project.







Caren after giving me coffee on a grim Monday with strimmers.





Contrast between done and not done, all with long scythe.



Put spike into leg off old wrought iron fence, and discover old
braided country style fence still intact.


Dingly dell at bottom, and view from there up to Tylers.
I have cleared three hundred feet by sixty all by hand,
on ground that was four to five feet high with brambles.

Bottom corner feels so spooky, as opposed to rest being pleasant.



Beginning to see the wood from the trees.



Hands cut to ribbons every waking day.



Pretty well done, and rubble cleared,
two weeks on, of hard graft.

Shifted three truck loads of old metal.


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