pond on the way in, trying to put off the start of the bash.
No more prevarication - just get on with it!
Bashing here and bashing there;
we were bashing everywhere.
Bashing here and bashing there;
we were bashing everywhere.
Break times were spent at the hut,
where Queen Anita sat on her fish crate throne.
There were a lot of places where previous
bashing had taken effect...
...and lots of others where it hadn't!
Everywhere was festooned with spiders' webs.
where Queen Anita sat on her fish crate throne.
There were a lot of places where previous
bashing had taken effect...
...and lots of others where it hadn't!
Everywhere was festooned with spiders' webs.
After lunch we moved from the glade to the coppicing area,
ready to start clearing around the fence....
....and had to wait for laggy last Anita to catch up.
She had been busy bashing the bits we had missed on our way there.
The boys' team dared to venture inside the coppice
to have a bash and found it VERY BRAMBLY.
Arise Sir Phil - you are now an MBE
(Member of the Bashing Empire)
Meanwhile, the other team were bashing a route through
to some of the bird boxes to make autumn maintenance a little easier.
Spot the bird box.
(PS This box was about 10' up the tree!!)
Ros E.
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