Trench

The electrical cables, which run to the summerhouse, need to be buried. They need to be two feet deep, where they won’t be accidentally sliced should a mechanical digger happen by. Which means I have been digging a trench. Which is hard work for a penpusher.

I can use some of the soil I’m digging up as top soil. When I refill the trench, I’ll lay a bottom layer of concrete rubble, which will help with drainage, and which will give me two or three square metres of soil.

At some point, someone has buried a lot of bottles in the garden. I’m having to lift the broken fragments out, bit by bit. And someone has left a dog in the trench, too: