Knock

Well actually it was a ring. The doorbell went at eight o'clock this morning. Our landscaper (not scheduled until September) is working on a neighbour's garden and had agreed to do the front of our garden at the same time. He was ready to start. Forty-five minutes later the digger had stripped the existing grass an flower beds.

A truck turned up with the slate chippings... and tomorrow they plan to spread the landscaping fabric and the slate.

At first GF was concerned that the slate chippings were the wrong colour (i.e. grey rather than plum) but once washed and compared to a neighbour's greay slate, it is clearer that the colour is right.

At least there is no more grass to mow at the front!