... we don't mow or strim.
There is still some respect for the tranquillity of The Lord's Day round here; although at harvest time the farmers work right through and there's tolerance of the guys doing their self-builds.
A few months back, the mayor wrote in the local newsletter, reminding people not to disturb their neighbours on Sundays with noisy gardening and DIY equipment. That didn't go down too well with the upstanding folk of our commune. It seems that the rule of "Peace on Sundays" applies to all of us except the motorbikers. So another article appeared in the next newsletter, gently reminding the leather brigade that they too should be sensitive to others. Much good it did!
But this Sunday is different. The rain has been almost incessant for what feels like weeks (when's Saint Swithin's Day?) and the grass and weeds have never been so tall, so green, so lush, so totally out of control.
Today, we woke to sun. So seizing the moment, we rushed out with our noisy strimmer and mower to begin tackling the elephant task of bringing what looks like a hay field back to a garden.
We hope our (distant) neighbours understand. They will have peace and quiet tomorrow. Another day of pouring rain is forecast.