The 48 blue bricks under a strikingly blue sky and wonderfully dry won the day, but not before another tip trip with as many bags of rubble. The fine weather lasted as long as I needed it...almost!
In the wind, rain and failed light I struggled with flapping covers to protect my newly crowned pillars.
A day well spent and within spitting distance of another goal about to tumble.
Can anyone tell me why I should wake up at 3:15 am...again!
So tired!
It's anxiety, Ken. You are worrying too much about those dinners you are cooking for Bev.
ReplyDeleteActually Eileen, I think it's the white spirit that I use. It doesn't agree with me at all.
ReplyDeleteHope you are feeling better now!