The Berrytrimmer.

There was this thing in the water.

Orange.

A bit too far out to reach.

I passed it every day, out walking the dog.

Was it one of those plastic berry pickers?

One March day I’d had enough of speculating, rolled up my jeans and waded out and got it. So cold! The dog was contemplating my sanity. Well I couldn't quite reach it even when out in the water so I got a stick, managed to get it through the handle and hauled the thing in. It was surprisingly heavy.

Not a berry picker!

An electric grass trimmer… from, like the 70s.

In the lake, in the forest. What the heck.

I named it the Berrytrimmer.

I want to open it up and see what interesting parts it might have inside. And saw out some of the lovely curved orange plastic.