light industry

Despite not stopping on the way over, despite having gone the long way round, despite not having required any snack greater than a single oatcake upon our arrival, the self-professed happy and helpful wingpiglet (he'd moved three sticks off the bike path and waited at three narrow bits for oncoming-people to go through) was keen to paint the wood preservey-stuff onto the raised-bed-posts, which I'd fortunately brought with us. After a considerable break for making pretend food out of mud he helped again when the napping-when-we-left people arrived and I'd fetched the lengths of recycled decking from the car, only slightly aided by the wibbling-wheeled sack barrow.