Chris returns

Saturday dawned grey but warm so I set off to the airport and collected Chris without any misadventures.  On our arrival at the house he gawped a bit and kept saying 'Bloody 'ell' and laughing nervously.   He was jaw-droppingly shocked/surprised/gobsmacked at how different it all looks - due in part to the lack of greenery.

The garden ready for Chris's arrival

After a period of manful handshaking with Darren, Chris had the chance to have a look around.  He also had the time for a long chat with Darren, due to the fact that the 'pecker' had broken down for the second time that day.   It was the day before a - yes, you've guessed it - Bank Holiday weekend so there's no chance whatsoever of a replacement before Tuesday at the earliest.  

The micro-station has almost reached the hole but it's still not there!

Darren decided to use the mini digger to have a bit of a tidy up and start some of the landscaping but mid afternoon the track fell off the caterpiller part of the digger. So Darren had to phone the person who hires it out to come and fix it. Even Darren lost heart at this point and he and Chris busied themselves with the bonfire.

The bonfire is way in the background. The red wine is in their hands

Despite lack of sleep on the plane, Chris managed to keep going but an early night beckoned.  The weather cleared up as the day went on but he was too tired to appreciate it.

So, to summarise, Chris has come to visit for a week and not a lot of work has been done.