It’s not every week we get nice jobs and Tuesday’s looked like it was going to be one of those not-so nice days. For a start it was raining, that sort of fine stuff you tend to underestimate but gets you soaked through without you even noticing.
We were on the crassula again but this time at Letchmire Pastures where the ponds are looking pretty choked with the stuff since the floods last year. This is not surprising really because if you'd of seen the state of the place during the floods and all the rubbish and litter that had been left floating in what was effectively one large lake, you'd be able to appreciate how feasible it was for the weed to have floated in along with it. Consequently the ponds which are now pretty much back to their normal surface area are suffering from an extraordinary influx of the dreaded alien.