The Arran Ranger; Jack, started burning the Rhodies and created a fire in the area, which we embraced a couple hours in to the bashing when we roasted marshmallows; some people even made smores with ginger biscuits and digestives.
Despite all of our efforts, the pesky midgies and wasps and any other little creatures hiding in the moss set out to thwart our tough labour. Despite this, we did not stop our strenuous task in hand and we carried on to clear large amounts of clever Rhodies which had covered most of the ground in which we were working on.
After 6 hours, we called it a day when the mud had gotten into our shoes, all up our legs, and just genually everywhere. Yet that didn't stop us from quickly posing proudly with the Rhodie pile still waiting to be burned.
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