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.