Basically we had to stand and wait ...
There was quite a bit of leaning on spades and rakes...
...and lolling around looking like a scarecrow.
Once or twice the barrow's load had to be lightened
before it could be lifted.
But when it wasn't too heavy it worked like a dream.
Now you can all get busy folks.
That's it - spread it around to cover up the mud.
The Pied Piper of Scarhouse leads the
NCVs to a new boggy bit.
Gradually the black mud track...
......was turned into the yellow brick road
by the Munchkins.
Down at Lodge there was a bit more variety.....
Alistair dug a very nice ditch...
...and a culvert needed reconstructing.
Will this stone fit?
Oh yes - very nicely too.
The culvert withstood the ultimate test
by the heavy machinery.
Lunch was a rather damp affair which was made all the more cheerful by Will passing on an old adage: "If the wind's in the east (which it was) the rain will not cease (which it didn't)."
Aren't we lucky to find such a nice dining area?
Some secret cake eating was going on further along the path.
Ros E. forgot her yogurt spoon so had to
We returned to the cars at 3pm feeling rather damp and chilly with very muddy boots and over-trousers. Still, at least we had the satisfaction of knowing that the path is a bit easier to walk along now.Ros E.
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