Mowing and Moving

The day is sunny, and the air is warm, the tent is down and the grass beneath and browning.

It is time to mow the lawns, and as I roll the old school machine out and the accompanying petrol, I let it gurgle down before I take it down to the grass more appearing as a smaller scale jungle if you ask me.

With my sunglasses deployed, and giving my sight a sepia tone, my iPod is pumping out the music, I rev the machine until it literally roars into action.

The vibrations from the machine cause my palms to ache and the sweat peels off like layers of an onion, and yes, the sweat, just like onions also stings the eyes.

The repeated actions of up and down, up and down continue until the perilous task of the moist grass and I meet, mowing the lawns then becomes a David and Goliath challenge, the grass becomes muddy and the mowing machine stuck before it slows to a standstill, fatigued by the abuse it has just gone through.

Overall, mowing the lawns might be an Australian pastime but it has also become to the Daily Red especially, both enjoyable and exercisable... I know, the shock of those two words together.