I was wakened this morning by the tones of the infernal 2-stroke engine. This is the pocket park at the end of the Hythe Bridge Arm. It is a small expanse of grass in the city. What ever happened to the lawnmower? These things turn up totally unannounced at stupid o’clock in the morning and destroy the peace and tranquillity of what is a very nice part of the city.
When they have finished stripping the grass out comes the blower, an equally raucous noise generator, to blow the strimmings off the path and on to what was the grass, covering over the evidence.