so I Know what it takes to make putting-greens of all that flora. (Not my trip, natch.)
How can It BE that an army of field manicurists hit the mowers/all fields at, say 7 am daily?
(If there are any ... helter-skelter/uncoiffed plats ... I haven't seen a one. Have you?)

I so confused. Is this the Same Planet? IS "U.K." actually in one of those parallel dimensions
--where visitors pass through a space-warp, maybe at Heathrow, on first espying below:

Cars driving on the Wrong-side of the road?