Chapter 2 : Digging
My Dad who had done all the labouring on the internals of the house,
building every thing from the stud walls to a fireplace made out of window lintels,
did not feel he could take on the garden, after all he is retired, therefore
we asked Kath to obtain quotes for the hard landscaping. The prices however
were well beyond what we could afford and what Kath expected, mostly because
our garden would require almost as much stone as the house itself. So in the
end it was my Dad and his friend Peter who did most of the labouring, digging
foundations and moving tons and tons of wet sticky clay soil with lumps of
stone distributed through it in such a way as to make digging nearly impossible,