New rule! Leave well alone

 With gale force winds strong enough to rattle the slates on the roof at 3am it came as a nice surprise that the storm passed, the sky was blue (mostly) and by 9am the sun shone, the birdies sang their little hearts out making it ideal for cycling, hence cheery pic of yours truly on a Red Kite Riders spin. I did consider, given the size of task in hand, namely repair dirt track and shift 16 ton of rubble by tweezer wheelbarrow, not going for a ride and cracking on with hard labour. Thankfully common sense prevailed and I sprayed on the lycra and peddled off, pausing for a pic half way. Note jaunty angle of left arm, it being mostly bionic it won't ever straighten, lucky enough it does bend and having reinforced arm comes in handy for mega road build task once 40 miles had been ticked off.

 Heres a very blurry before photo. It does show how much water runs down the lane continually, and when it rains it gets worse. So rather than work on the pile of rubble half a mile down the lane yours truly decided that time spent diverting the flow, thus stopping the erosion (yeah I did geography) would be well spent. Thus

 some hours later the meandering rivulets and ox bow lakes had all but disappeared and I got on with shifting rubble and pulverising it with a whacker plate

after digging the mother of all ditches and drain across the track (temporarily covered by planks) As darkness descended and the last of the really super sized pot holes was beaten (supersized ones take at least 3 barrow loads of rubble, the rest will only take one, or two) I was prepared for Supergrandma to make the first ceremonial crossing in a standard family car of upper part of refurbished lane. It was only later that I found what I should have done was either not bother and leave everything as it was, or spend time non cycling and non digging ditch and move the 2 tome pile hurriedly leveled late Friday night. It seemed fine, but as its been crossed several times by Gerry and Miranda I failed to consider the difficulty a Skoda estate would have over the same obstacle.
 Which is why I owe Supergrandma a new front spoiler.