Preparing the ground for gravel.
Now that the snow and ice have gone, we've been left with mud. It's strangely oppressive. I don't even mind getting muddy feet, and insist on throwing the children outside to play in their welly boots. The problem is in the transition from outdoors to indoors, especially when the children and dog are involved. The mud here is different from in China. Sometimes the wheels of our bikes got so caked with thick, red mud on off-road trips that the wheels would no longer turn and footwear turned from flat soles to wedges. Back to our front doorstep - it's not quite the mud of The Piano [remember that film?] but it's bad enough to have driven us to some landscaping work. Ali and I took the trailer (previous reversing practice now coming in handy) into town to buy some gravel and work gloves. "Gloves for men", it said on the label, which I pointed out to the cashier was somewhat sexist for 2011. The 20-something year old boy, sorry, young man, looked at me blankly. Anyway, all will be revealed when the work is complete.
What's your local mud like?
What's your local mud like?
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