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!!
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They are very useful machines, Jane.
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Were it not for the fact that he was doing actual work and not just playing around, this looks like it would be fun. 🙂
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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.
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A good man to know.
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