I am no longer ashamed of my hedge

Mum was here this weekend, so of course, we gardened. Mum bought us a new hedge trimmer, a cordless one that is lighter than the old one, and doesn't require a chain of extension leads to get down the garden.

So, we were able to tackle a bit more of the hedge, and as it was lighter, and had no danger of cutting the wire, I was brave enough to tackle some bits of the front hedge that needed a ladder, or me to wave the hedge trimmer above my head.
Which means the hedge looks almost presentable for the first time in I don't know how long. No mohican of bits in the middle we couldn't reach. I hate the hedge a little less when it doesn't look so bad.

We still need to tackle the weeds though. But we are getting there.

I am shattered now, but I did get a lot of fresh air and exercise today.