This group of mechanical road eaters turned up this morning. The road is closed to traffic for five days whilst they chew up the road and relay it.
For months we've been living with huge pot holes...no worse, canyons. Canyons so wide and deep that as you walk by them you could hear strains of Ennio Morricone on the wind. I'm sure I saw Apaches on the ridge.
I'm parked five minutes walk away. In the village nothing is more than five minutes walk away which is awfully handy.
The extra shows the road eater in action.