This bulk bag of 'Harvest Gold' was delivered just before 10am Monday.
It took a flatbed lorry with a crane to lift it onto my front. The driver operated the arm by remote control, like some enormous Meccano set. With the precision born from countless years of practice, he dropped it exactly where I wanted it; the closest possible point to its destination! Then, with a cheery wave, he was off, leaving me to complete the job using my own technology.
Not a remote control in sight.
Nineteen loads of this wibble-wobbled their way down the side of the house, through the back gate, across the corner of the lawn (avoiding the scratchy pyrocantha!), down the path, over the slab and swooosh.
A bit of attention from the garden rake, smoothing out random heaps, and...
It's taken me two years to create this from the remnants of Mark's pond!
All I need now is a small table and a wooden bench with the correct number of slats!
Oh yes... and some sunshine (which currently appears to have disappeared again!).