I think it was a bit optimistic of us to think we might salvage the stone and brick pig sty hidden amongst the detritus of the old shacks. The walls looked good but on closer inspection a pig sneezing would have caused the lot to fall in on itself. I pointed this out to Tracey and gave the wall a gentle nudge to demonstrate saying that knowing my luck it would fall on me while I was cleaning out the pigs. Tracey agreed that this would be a problem, especially if any pig got hurt.
The digger solved any dilemma over who we should be most concerned over if injured by falling masonry by making it safe. This involved removing the offending article and the rule that states every job done generates at least another one is now apparent as a new pig ark needs building. Eventually the digger cleared the area, it would have taken weeks using unassisted manpower and we are ready to start fencing. Well almost. There's a couple of things that need moving first.
Two little things.
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