The last time I saw the guys who come down with their whipper-snippers to clean up the banking they slightly miscalculated the time and the tide. They were a little smarter this time and parked a bit further upstream.
It looks like a great job: plenty of fresh air and exercise, out in the open, you could finally catch up on all those podcasts that have been banking up on iTunes. Though I guess the reality’s a wee bit different.
Not much fun when it’s raining and you’ve still got to fulfil your contract, the motor on your whipper-snipper’s so loud you can hear your iPod. And then you might get the job that the other guys had further down the line: spraying herbicide from vast hoses onto the scrub around the rail tracks. One had a mask, one didn’t.
And finally, on account of nothing, a red ball came bobbing by.