Thurs/Fri 7 & 8 Nov 2013
Only a last few rocks left at the delivery site, the ones that rolled down the slope under the tree and are too awkward to move.
But with so few small and mid-sized stones I'm spending half the time scouring the land for rubble, and wheelbarrowing it back to the build site. (Dave has been dragged away to move boats again - it's that time of year). On one trip back with a loaded barrow, I found myself suddenly in among these little crocii, which have sprung up overnight in the delivery truck tracks - not a good survival instinct. Luckily we don't have any more deliveries planned for a while.
Only a last few rocks left at the delivery site, the ones that rolled down the slope under the tree and are too awkward to move.
Meanwhile, the wall has swallowed up the pipes, and is very close to completion.
But with so few small and mid-sized stones I'm spending half the time scouring the land for rubble, and wheelbarrowing it back to the build site. (Dave has been dragged away to move boats again - it's that time of year). On one trip back with a loaded barrow, I found myself suddenly in among these little crocii, which have sprung up overnight in the delivery truck tracks - not a good survival instinct. Luckily we don't have any more deliveries planned for a while.
Notso, the last remaining chicken, unimpressed by the crocii
A day later, when the sun came out, the flowers were basking. Not sure if they are saffron crocus - and not much of a crop even if they were.
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