The Great Ivy Battle and A New Greenhouse Begins
Over the last week I have taken every opportunity — and I mean every opportunity — to get outside and start tidying up. You know that feeling. You walk past something once… twice… ten times… and each time it annoys you a little bit more. Until one day that little bit becomes, right that’s it — today’s the day. For me, that day arrived courtesy of the giant ivy between us and the neighbours. Now, I should be fair. Ivy has its place. Wildlife loves it. Birds nest in it. Bees use it. All very good things. But there is a difference between “healthy ivy” and “ivy attempting world domination”. Ours had crossed that line some time ago. Back in September / October I cut my side. Nicely done. Neat. Respectful. Very neighbourly. And in my head — like we all do — I thought this would gently encourage the neighbour to do their side. You know… lead by example. Oh no. Not a chance. He appears perfectly content to let nature take its course and slowly swallow the garage whole. At thi...
