It's that bloody time of year again; bloody hedge cutting season. I suppose I really ought to have a motorised trimmer, but doing it by hand does seem both therapeutic and reasonably good exercise.
The hedge is only about 20 metres long, so it doesn't really take too long. Even so, I treat it as a part-time activity; a little bit now, a little bit later. I never do it all at one go.
Hedge connoisseurs may have noticed that mine is Cupressocyparis leylandii quad-bikius, a particularly dense growing sub-species that has been specially developed to shield against noisy neighbours, and their children's anti-social modes of transport.