Muscle Max

Much of the front garden was shoulder height weeds, living a rather care-free existence until our friend Max arrived. Wielding a freshly sharpened corsa (very similar to a scythe) he reduced the whole area down to ground level and made mincemeat of the very solid concrete fence, diagonally dissecting the garden. Now as you can see, we can actually see what we have and my head is full of plans and ideas of how we might use this space in the future. Thank you Max very much.