It took 5 back breaking hours, but the Chamomile lawn is now weed free, sanded, composted, watered and walked upon.
(Well Blob will tell you its walked upon, but from where I was sitting it looked like an ungainly little dance as she trampled the sand into the earth. The kind you would expect your father to do at a wedding after half a dozen glasses of champers too many.)
It was the waving her arms about and singing that gave it away.
Bob
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