That there is a lot more gravel on my back garden than I thought (16 rubble sacks has hardly made a dent), and that the ground underneath is bumpy, full of building rubble and made of heavy clay.
Tempted to put it all back.
That'll be the reason for the gravel, then.
It does look a bit shit Marcus, don't put it back. Stay with your vision!
A few more bags filled before the rain, most of the path is up now. Found a completely intact 3x2' paving slab under the path for no apparent reason. Wonder what's hiding underneath.
The bodies. And the guns.
Reading this is bringing back memories of moving to Furrybootoon as a child. We ended up in a University house, previous occupants a sociology lecturer and his 'bidey-in'. Interior decor appeared to be distemper and stolen institutional shades of gloss paint (on the walls), green, mustard etc.
Both gardens were like a jungle and in 1 was a coal shed-cum shed with a greenhouse built on the end made entirely from old windows.
On the floor, a giant wooden door, looking for all the world like a trap door. I was convinced there would be a cavity underneath and the sociology lecture's ex-wife, or buried treasure, or something.
Sadly, there was only concrete. I was so disappointed. Still, there was all manner of random shit in that shed, kept me amused for months....