Sunday Stroll

She bends down and pokes the long-handed grabber through the fence. When she gets close enough to grab the twig at the end of the grabber she does. After pulling it through the fence she puts it in to her shopping trolley. She ignores the rest of the dead twigs and moves on. Carefully she looks along the line of the fence. She keeps slightly bent so the drop to the ground doesn’t jar creaking bones.