What's in the wheelbarrow (and a couple of other barrowsful) is what has gone into the dead hedge. The mosses can grow to their hearts' content. I will lightly step over the deep philosophical question of whether a moss has a heart and continue the story.
While I was feeding the fire I found the edge of another bed frame, a random slab of concrete
and the base of a stand for a bird feeding station. >>
If I can't think of a way to incorporate rusty beds into dead hedges, I might pay a visit to the municipal dump when I've nothing better to do, or when I'm going round the loch for some other reason.
So, here is my partly cleared space up in the top west corner of the Boggy Brae garden. The spiraea and the grey sallow covered it all and would have continued to encroach if left. The tree trunk at the right hand side of the pic is a goat willow.
Still a bit to go southwards but I'm quite pleased with my progress so far and especially pleased about the successful walking fire today. The space between the pruned grey sallow and the spiraea hedge was filling up with prunings and uprootings. I brought in a sample from this (below) to look at more closely but right now my shoulders are aching so I'm going to have a nap.
The large moss in the pic above is Waved Silk Moss (Plagiothecium undulatum) and here are a couple of closer pics of it:
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