pear tree log: I started this blog to keep my younger son, Jonny, in touch with life in Lincolnshire, while he spent a year working in China. That year turned into five! Now he is home and training to become a physics teacher. This is simply a patchwork quilt of some of the things I enjoy - life in rural Lincolnshire, our animals, friends, architecture, books, the gardens, and things of passing interest.

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Tired Old Carthorse

One of us got to spend more than six hours driving this thing, excavating tons of very wet clay.  

The other  got to to man the wheelbarrow for six hours, ferrying tons of very wet, extremely heavy clay to a skip.

Guess which job I got.

I am the first to admit that I am not a fine thoroughbred - but neither am I a cart horse, well I didn't think that I was - until today.

At the end of our six hour stint George said 'This is the last wheelbarrow load' - hurrah thought I (I was absolutely cream crackered)... then he said 'Hang on, I'll go and get the second wheelbarrow and we can move the gravel into the trench'...

When that met with a stony silence(!!) he decided that we would press on and excavate the second arm of the trench...  

He's working by himself now.

Jonny, this is the stinky soakaway.



  1. He must be knackered sat in that warm cab all day.

    Hope you made him a nice dinner after your easy day ;-)

  2. ah the joys of working together

  3. Chris: Don't you worry, I had a hot meal ready and waiting for him! Actually, I did - darn it!

    I couldn't help laughing though (even as I was glowing bright red with exertion) when he said he would have to close the cab door as he was getting cold...

  4. John: We do work together pretty well; it's just that once I get tired I get ratty. Luckily, after all these years we can usually laugh about it afterwards - with a bit of effort... He was pushing his luck today though.

  5. We've just done something very similar, but BY HAND. Ours was only 50 cms deep and 20 metres long, and we took 2 days, but still hard work.

    I would liked to have buried our plumber in the trench (Twas he who caused our problem), but he was unavailable.

  6. My goodness Cro, That must mean you are an Ardennes or a Percheron (no simple carthorse for you) I can't think of any others off the top of my head!

    I've just had half the morning off for good behaviour - to visit the local (15 miles away)farmers' market. Now I have had my fun for the day I am back in my working gear and about to help fill our 1m deep trench. It will be messy as it is already a third full of water. Lovely!

  7. Goodness, this looks like it was a day of very hard work!

  8. Hello Nilhuanwen, It was hard work - but we are making progress. I can begin to restore some sort of order to that part of the garden soon, settle it down for the winter!


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