Yep, it’s the time of year that we find ourselves in a perpetual battle between us and mother nature for control of our field. So far this year the field has been winning but we’ve been engaging in some guerrilla war fare and bringing in tactics that the grass can’t match. Please don’t take offence at “old twiglet legs” there on his steel horse – you know the one that breathes fire and slashes down its enemies with gusto. Just think, until ten minute ago he had a telegraph pole climbing out of his head!