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From Glouchester and Cheltenham: straight-over to Oxford and down to London. I slept somewhere south of Talgarth, and arrived in London Thursday evening. I camped in a late middle-age couple's yard in Putney on Fawe Park Road and they are quite nice. They are friends of Allison from Spain. My scooter was acting up finally. It needed a tuned-up bad. Would have to have it worked-on along about Monday.
It was small little house with a yard and wide, thick five-foot high hedges, like heathrow all around. I pitched my tent in the yard. And I got to use their bathtub and whatever other might-be amenities lost to mind now. But they were good people, academics I think. I remember him with books, sweater and maybe a pipe even. The big event was since he was a work-away; thus it had to be of a Saturday of my there-encampment - my him-host trimmed the everything green, right down to the nubs. Hither-green became bald-brown dale. I had never seen this before, and wondered as to the philosophy of this sort of botanology ? Was this Fawe Park, Burntwood Garden Commons, Coombeover Hill or Oxleas Wood ? Was like a hair-no-care crew-cut in the US fifties summer-time.
It was ugly. I asked him why he did it that way, and he said because he only did it once, or maybe bi-annual, and in-between he didn't have to think about it. It was practical decorativity and which had for him no existence of its own. However as I knew the science, it was trim not chop, every six weeks or so. It always looks top-notch, notchingate, shooters-high and belle-grove.
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