The missus finally agreed that I should cut out part of our tangled, wild field hedge, based on a firm promise that I would get rid of the mountain of useful building materials conveniently piled up behind it. She forgot to negotiate a time period though 
Hedge was mainly pretty old hawthorn and sloe with a small crab apple and I managed to cut out some of it today, the large alder (with the rifle targets) is coming out as well. Some useful timber gleaned and stumps and roots still to come.
A large pile of branches for my neighbour to burn and mountain of twigs for a huge bonfire to light before the birds nest in the stuff.
You can tell from the weeds, I'm not a gardener
