Thus far, as I write these words under the cool, brooding grey skies, the Great British Summer has been anything but.
Indeed, while the rest of Europe literally burns, the UK has endured a wetwave never before experienced in the records of this soggy, sceptred isle. Regardless, gardens and the grass therein will not wait, so in the few pockets of dry time that we do receive, it’s vital to be ready to roll with the mower.
