Barrow boys

At some point this afternoon - it may have been the fifteenth trip to transfer stone chips from the soon-to-be-veg-garden to the path - it dawned on me that it was time I had a wheelbarrow.

Andy and George were delighted to help with the barrow-buying trip, and were both eager to push it home from the hardware store. And when Matt and Andy headed off to the skate park with their pal Fraser, a ride home in this helped George get over the fact he was too young to join them.

I have to say, taking ownership of my first wheelbarrow definitely feels like some kind of milestone.