page 13 float like a butterfly
Page 13 I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. (Muhammad Ali) Branches pack a punch as well. Mothers’ foot improved by the end of the week so I decided to carry on clearing out the hedge row and ditch. “I am going out to clear some more of the hedge row mother” best to let her know where I am. “Take your phone with you, I can’t always see where you are” “I do wear a bright coloured top so I can be seen mother” (I do wear a bright yellow top so if I have to call for help I can say, so and so field look for a yellow object, that’s me) “If you have your phone I can check on you” can’t argue with that. Down the field I went, I took one look at the mess in the ditch and nearly turned round. I could not walk down the gap between the hedgerow and the stock fence, which is approximately four feet wide, because of brambles, fallen trees and branches. Oh well faint heart never won and all that, let’s get started. I hacked at the brambles with t...