Seasons of mist and mellow...and all that - one's trusty (and increasingly rusty) blackfellow is keeping the mower company in the garage until spring doth once more warm the parts.... Hey ho - where did summer go?
As an Ozmate once said "English summer - isn't that an oxymoron?"
Anyway, I hope the kipper fleet mates will still have an opportunity to go a-route stealing somewhere in the world after whatever cuts come tomorrow - the legacy of Trust-me-Tone and Incapability Brown....
