Chuck out the Flymo! I’ve got a lawn you can vacuum!

Chuck out the Flymo! I’ve got a lawn you can vacuum: Turf traitor Robert Hardman thinks his new plastic garden will leave you green with envy

Britain is, unquestionably, the world capital of the manicured lawn. In no other country does the climate lend itself so munificently to the cultivation of lush, sweet-smelling, foot-scrunching, billiard table-smooth expanses of turf.

Think Wimbledon’s tennis courts, think Buckingham Palace garden parties, think noble suburbia.

If an Englishman’s home is his castle, his garden is his realm. No one does a stripey lawn like Homo Britannicus on a Sunday afternoon.

To tear it up and replace it with a plastic mat is, surely, an act of pure vandalism — like hammering a satellite dish to an oak tree, putting ketchup on a scone …

So how did it come to this? Why on earth am I looking out on our small West London garden and feeling insufferably smug and proud about our latest acquisition: a lawn as fake as a spray-on tan?

It is now three weeks since the green carpet was rolled out across the grounds at Hardman Towers.

And we have not regretted it for one moment. It does look ridiculously green. And the ‘grass’ isn’t the only unusual sight.

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