I was amazed this morning by the spectacle of a small park in Ainslie getting mowed.
Not that the mowing was taking place. Ainslie is much better serviced than, say, Macquarie.
But that one tiny park was being mowed by five (one, two, three, four, FIVE) ride on mowers.
They had to stay synchronised to avoid running into each other!
Once upon a time a lonely bloke would have gone from park to park, but now it seems the boys can all hang out together.