The Bricks Arrive

Our builders went back to Poland for a long Christmas break. Then suddenly it was all activity again in the middle of January.

Two large lorries arrived, with bricks, cement, sand and gravel.

I watched nervously as the first one backed down the newly laid roadway. The driver eyed the mud bath by the cottage and decided to keep his lorry on the hard surface of the road. That meant there was little room for manoeuvre as he swung the crane with the bricks over the corner of the cottage, avoided the foliage from the over-hanging branches and nestled the load alongside what will be the lounge window. He made it look easy.