For several weeks, I’ve been meaning to have a go at trimming the hedge around our plot. Talk of snow for a week starting from tomorrow and patches of blue sky today were enough to spur me into action this afternoon: I took a longish lunch break to get hold of the allotment association’s petrol-powered hedge trimmer and head down to the allotment just to give it a bit of a go.
I was pleasantly surprised to find that I could get it started, having been warned (and shown) that this was tricky. However, my suspicion that whatever muscles I use day-to-day sitting at a desk and typing aren’t the same muscles as are used in hedge trimming was quickly confirmed: I was knackered almost immediately.
The attempt wasn’t helped by some thickish trunks that the hedge trimmer wouldn’t cut through growing at regular intervals throughout the hedge. For those, I needed to use a pruning saw, but at least that gave my arm a rest from trying to hold the hedge trimmer at head-height to cut through the newer growth.
There was no way I was going to get the whole thing cut back to size in a lunch break, but I did manage to finish messing up one 10m section. Better completely messed up than only partially. It isn’t pretty. It isn’t even tidy. But it’s smaller than it was, and that’ll do for now.