It’s hedge cutting time in Rutland.
And unfortunately, the only way that farmers cut hedges nowadays is with a flail cutter that chews stems and spits sharp splinters for yards around. The hedges look tatty, they’re simply chewed at the top and subsequently grow leggy and thin at the bottom. And you have to watch for punctures if you’re unfortunate enough to drive down a country lane that’s just been cut.
I guess I should at least be glad that my local farmer has at least waited until now to cut his hedges. I’ve seen it done in Spring before now – which is, of course, awful for nesting birds. But I’m not a fan of flailing.