Verdun, the brambles are in clumps, with lots of the top growth interlacing with the clumps next to it,, so using a mower or a strimmer would be too much faffing, the brambles are taller than I am, so what I've been doing is chopping off the top growth, leaving about a foot of stems, so I can see where I need to dig, and I've been pulling out bits of bramble that must be at least 18 feet long. So using a mower would be a complete non-starter, and I'd be forever sorting out the strimmer line as I've not got the brush cutting tool I'd need. So really the easiest way for me to deal with it, is use the loppers to chop the stuff down, dig out what I can, and blast the bindweed and any bramble re-growth with high strength glyphosate. One of the reasons I bought the sachets is so that it's 'fresh', and I can increase the concentration for the really cussed stubborn stuff, like the bindweed and bramble.
There's 10 years of neglect over there, so it's going to be a while before I win, but I'm more stubborn than the weeds, so I'll win (eventually!).
Fairygirl, I think the neighbours just roll their eyes and thank goodness I've not erected stonehenge in my back garden, and am classed as 'mostly harmless'. Now I've got the tough touch gauntlets I'm well on my way, I can tackle them without getting scratched to bits, and there's something very satisfying about the steady chop, drag, shred/burn (depending on age of bramble and green bin capacity). The other plus is that it's too wild for the little ones to be out in, so I don't get the constant 'Muuuuuuuum I need XYZ'. OH gets that, so I get earache about it when I eventually go back over the road! I also don't know what I'm going to unearth, so far I've found the chopped-off back end of a mk2 escort, a sierra that the brambles have fast in their cluches (can't get inside it to cut them off at the base), and have freed most of a complete mk2 Escort. When OH has cut them into bits and put them on Ebay, hopefully I'll have enough money for a shed. Which OH won't be allowed anywhere near, when I bought a tool store, when I went to get some stuff out it was full of safety glass for one of his 'projects'. He did shift it, though, when I threatened to put my tools in there through the glass - he knows I'm stubborn enough to do it. So my shed will be a bloke-free zone - I'll also be able to find my stuff, as it will be put back properly, not 'borrowed' and left out or chucked in haphazardly.
Why is it with most blokes that somethng is 'lost forever' when it doesn't fall into their outstreched hands?