A little four stroke lawn mower is just the thing for a suburban quarter-acre block. But for thigh-high grass on a weedy, rocky, semi-rural two acres, a little four stroke lawn mower suddenly seems like a bit of a toy. Luckily, I got mine out on a day my kindly neighbour Barry happened to be home. After an hour’s worth of pushing, pulling and tilting, I’d only managed to mow a tiny fraction of my yard, but the following week Barry came over and slashed the rest with a tractor. Who said chivalry was dead?