It was a garden without a path. There were some stepping stones - set hopping distance apart, useless for walking on, and not even particularly decorative.
So we marked out a path from the house to the veg patch, and on the hottest day of the year Wilf and Himself set to work.
Very soon we had turf mountains
And after three days work and much earth moving later the path was dug out to its full length and depth.
Because of the curve in the path, bricks are really the only option for the edging and so on another hot day Wilf turned bricklayer for the first time and got to it.
Seventy bricks later one side is nearly edged and suddenly the space looks less like a new motorway and more like a garden path.
Sunday, 5 July 2009
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I was also going to say that it's only fair that your path is taking longer, on account of you doing it properly, and not just plonking it on top of a pile of ballast, sand and cement! ;) (not that I would admit that to many people - and I fully expect it to sink in a month or three!)
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