About 15 or 16 years ago we were living in an old farmhouse in the middle of the beautiful Suffolk countryside. Around the farm was a hedge, probably around 2 or 300 yards in total, which clearly hadn’t seen a cut in some time. As a result the whole place looked a little untidy. Time for action, I was told. The following day I happened to be in the local village when I saw a van drive past with “Garden Maintenance, Hedge Cutting” on the side. Perfect I thought, making a note of the phone number.
Later that day I gave them a call and asked them to visit to give me a price. After wandering around and looking at the hedge the guy who came to see me said he’d get back with a quote.