The circle is complete.

Nothing so profound as the meaning of life.  I just finished digging my hole.  It needs levelling off and the sides need squaring up, but it is just about done.  When I get paid, I shall order some damp proof membrane and some sand bags.  Then the fun really begins!

No more digging in the afternoon.  Had a lovely long walk with the Good Lady and the dogs stopping off a quick pint at the Ship on the way home.

The hole gets bigger

This weekend, the hole got bigger.  Once again, my back limited the amount of digging that I could do, but I am in no great hurry.  Needs to be a little bigger all round, but you can get the picture.

The big dig

On Sunday, after a year of thinking, plotting and constantly changing my mind, I thought I should actually make a start on the cabin/shelter/ chalet in the woods.  About the only think I have managed to decide on is that it will be circular.

So I bashed an old broom handle in the ground, tied a bit of wood to it and described an arc about 3.4 metres in diameter.  I then started digging.  Although I do not need any specific foundations, I would like to start the wall below ground level.  Also I would like to make this thing as low as possible.  Unfortunately, as I stand 6' 4" in my socks, this is not so easy; any height that can be lost below ground is a bonus.

The digging is slow work, not helped by my dodgy back, but then, I am in no hurry.  Part of the veggie patch is going to go and I shall have to see if I can transplant my leeks.  Either that or its going to be leeks with everything for the next few weeks.  When we had the new kitchen built on the house, there was a lot of rubble left over.  At a loss as what to do with it, I dug a hole at the bottom of the garden and buried it.  Where?  Right where I am digging my hole of course!