Those are the wise words passed on to me from Father when I asked about cutting back the plant jumble at the bottom of the garden, I've spoken of it before here and elsewhere.
What he actually said was it would grow back and if it didn't he would get me a new version of whatever it was. This made me feel very bold, and today was the day instead of a trip to St Bees. We know there are at least three roses, a honeysuckle, a thing with berries, way too much ivy and probably other things in the jumble so off we went. I did the small snipping, and was not trusted with the saw.
Yes I have got the before and after pictures the right way round, yes, I know it doesn't look better!
The clump of ivy towards the centre is still there as the fence would probably fall down without it, it's not our fence so we have no desire to mess about with it. I do like the wall though.
There is a lot of sweeping to do and a pile of debris taller than me outside the garage. Oh well, it must mean time for a cup of tea.