Malcolm writes
Ours routinely mows the grass in the village whether or not it needs it
or whether or not it is dry or pouring with rain

Funny you should mention that - the picture that comes in to my mind
when I think of your village is of grey skies (1), settled rain, and a
man mowing the grass verge.

(1) it wasn't always like that, of course, but those were the only days
when we'd be hanging around enough to be wandering along to the shop
mid-morning.
--
Kay