Flailing Wilden Marsh Nature Reserve
What do you do when your brambles and other woody scrub grows out of control?
We call a man with a remote-controlled flailing machine. In this case the man we called is Colin Cross. I love this flailing machine because it does, quickly and efficiently, things I find difficult. The machine cuts and disintegrates everything in its path. Colin has run his machine over all the troublesome marsh pastures during the past few weeks.
I sure could use a miniature version of the flailing machine on the blackberry patches on the edges of our little wetland!!
They are very useful machines, Jane.
Were it not for the fact that he was doing actual work and not just playing around, this looks like it would be fun. 🙂
The good thing is that Colin has to walk with the machine and not on it, so this has to be a healthy choice, David.
A good man to know.