Today I went for my six-weekly haircut, walking into town along the south beach promenade to enjoy the warm, still, sunny morning and relieve a little of the stress that has been building this week.
I mentioned a few weeks back that our next door neighbour obtained permission to take down a huge Cypress and reduce the size of an equally huge, rotting, Sycamore that have grown into our boundary wall, causing damage on both sides. As access to his garden is too difficult we agreed that the tree surgeons could use our drive to park their vehicles and the enormous shredder for disposing of all the trunks and branches.
Our front garden and drive are now in quite a mess and we are hoping that it will be cleared away once they have finished. My ornamental fuchsia took a battering and has been snapped in two. I am hoping we don't find anything more substantial when they have gone.
The "nosey neighbour" from a few houses further along became aware of the goings on and, armed with some slightly incorrect information, proceeded to broadcast all over the local community facebook page that we were decimating perfectly healthy trees and selfishly destroying the local wildlife habitat. The usual keyboard warriors have been quick to jump upon the item with no fact checking and many unkind comments have been made.
I have tried not to take any notice as I am sure it will all die down once the initial excitement is over and someone else has become the new target for vilification elsewhere. Still, it is not pleasant.
The experience of having my hair washed, cut and blow-dried into shape was very soothing and I came away feeling a lot more relaxed, if several pounds lighter in my pocket.
After the visit to the coiffeuse, I met a friend outside the old courthouse and we went for a coffee. I hadn't seen her for a few months and it was good to chat and catch up. She is recovering from a bout of Covid and has found it difficult to find the energy to go for the long walks as she used to, although she has been swimming in the sea near her home. We shared a huge slice of coffee cake, which came with a little pot of cream. So very naughty. No lunch for me.
Back home and retreating indoors until the tree surgery is over and I can creep outside to survey the aftermath.
They have just left and it all looks pretty tidy. Good lads!
Before and after .... (the trees, not my haircut)....