Martel and I set to work on Mrs P's front lawn with the tools kindly provided by the Woodbury Care home. The brief was simple just get as much as we could trimmed back and under some sort of control. I pushed the mower to its limits to the point where it was literally screeching for a break. It even started the foxes off somewhere in another bush...Martel made sure that the front door was clear and tackled the bramble spaghetti. Eventually after an hour or so, the lawn was considerably lower and the bushes far less bushier. But considering the time we had before it got too dark - there is still a fair bit more to do. Could have used a good old fashioned group run for that task!