It’s a blazing hot, autumn day and I’m out here in the sunshine, my best man by my side, and we’re laying a hedge.
A hedge. Me laying a hedge. My farming dad and grandfathers would have been proud of me. Well, maybe not proud of the way I’m struggling to swing a billhook into the stem of this hazel. But perhaps proud of me for trying.
I’m taking part in a free, hedgelaying taster day at Mangerton Lane, near Bridport, where groups of up to four are being instructed in this age-old art by experts in the field.
It’s a lovely part of Dorset, bordered by a line of beautiful, rounded hills running from Loders to Powerstock. It’s an enchanted landscape where the swallows and swifts gather for the last hurrah before the long journey south.
Read more about it here.