The silence of the goats

 Time passes, as we now have 21 dogs, who when left to their own devices have parties and can create quite a mess so something must be done, especially for when we may be out from the cottage. An extension to the kennel block is required. Rather unhelpfully since the build of the kennels the area to the side has been used as a dump so it needed to be cleared first.

 Then whilst doing that the overgrown trees began to bother me, as did the pitiful bleating of the goats who wanted feeding which is why I fetch the chainsaw

 and loppers

 and soon the goats were quiet, not permanently, happy munching the fallen trees (this is another huge job, the trees have taken over to the point there is no TV signal, this must be sorted by the time the next series of Strictly Come Dancing starts!) and the rubbish area

 began to look like a building plot. Levels were ascertained (I've changed ) and finding the plot went from 4 inches to 16 all the old rubble and

 stones from a long way down the track were found

and many hours later yours truly was ready to see the osteopath, erm..I mean concrete!  Then it rained for a change.