Getting to grips with grass
FOR some years, the mowing of the grass around Trereife, my family home, was the responsibility of David, a retired employee. When David’s dedication was beaten by ill health, I decided that I would take over. The family was doubtful, but I asserted that no lawn would be too big or difficult for me. After some tuition from David, I began.
Over Easter, my daughter came to stay with friends and I demonstrated my new art. One friend even compared my efforts favourably with the mowing of Lingfield Racecourse, where she works. However, I have found that my white hair becomes green with blown grass. The simplest remedy seemed to be the crash helmet I usually wear to ride my young Thoroughbred horse— being shiny and hard, the grass can’t collect on it. My family, however, assumed that I was yielding to serious health-and-safety considerations when mowing the lawn at 6mph! Tim Le Grice, Cornwall
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