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Well what a weed cut that was. The June weed cut is historically the heaviest, but this was the heaviest I have experienced for a few years. In April we had weed, but because the weather and water were cold, I took the decision just to tickle a few bits up. You will remember that in May we had a late frost, the river was still quite cold and the weed was in soporific order. You may also remember, and this is on here somewhere, that after experiencing a late frost in May the following weekend saw the Celsius in the thirties and my behaviour changing from covering twelve rows of allotment potatoes up, to watering them quite heavily. This period spurred weed growth and in the warm weather prior to the June weed cut, if you sat still long enough staring, an activity that I am increasingly prone to do, you could visibly see the weed growing. For eight days my scythe was a blur, several days when the weather topped thirty Celsius I opted for my leaky light weight waders that I normally…

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