I cut the ancient boundary hedge the other day - a mixture of hazel and hawthorn, with many other interlopers. The more observant (and more critical) amongst you will notice the plume of hawthorn that has erupted behind the oil tank. This is very awkward of access and gets attacked only every few years. This was one of those years. It was a lot less windy today and the event concluded with no fatalities. As is often the case, the debris looks a little bigger than it did when it was in place. It does, however, possess the useful property of being shreddable straight away. A few minutes later, this was the result - the whole pile reduced to a nine inch high, eighteen inch diameter pile of readily compostable bits. There is also the warm glow you get from shredding something that has stabbed you repeatedly.