Now thats what I call progress

 The free pond is slowly taking shape with the stonework being put together. This has nothing to do with me other than a bit of fetching and carrying.

 My job for the weekend, aside from the usual routine, is to build a donkey shelter where the now defunct duck pen is situated. Demolish this was first order of the afternoon.

 As ever, anything that goes on at Rock HQ does so under the scrutiny of the clan, who decided that as yours truly was wielding a sledgehammer then some scope for entertainment lay ahead.

 It was a hot afternoon and this took its toll on our biggest lad Reuben.

By end of play the site was clear and secure, well as secure as anything can be with three pieces of baler twine holding back two curious donkeys.