
I've been thinking about rebuilding our garden for a while now. It's on a steep slope so we need a lot of stone. I got 6 tons of the stuff delivered last Friday and managed to get it all piled up in the garden by Monday.

There's the stone!

Somehow we had to get it up the hill at the side of the houses, round the neighbour's gardens and into ours! Thanks to Jim, Stuart, Nick, Zoe, Mum & Dad.

Jim and my Dad smashing the shed to bits. They were totally in their element.

That was a good shade of green.

The fire was causing the concrete patio to explode like fireworks. Much more exciting than your regular campfire.

Mum and Jim keeping a safe distance - it was getting a bit scary.

There's the last of the shed going up. The pile of stone in the front was from Stuarts outside loo, the big bits at the back had been picked for the foundations of the wall and the pile of rubble behind them came out of our Inglenook (but that's another story). The 5 foot painting of giraffes on the Serengeti (creosote on plywood) was accidentally done by me when I was fixing the shed last year. I was thinking of keeping it but we needed more fire for burgers at the end of the day.

Actually we did save one bit of the shed for sentimental value...