Solstice foundations

I’m woken by a phone call from the BHC delivery driver. It’s 7:30am and I am somewhat the worse for wear. Owen is passed out on the sofa.

BHC are delivering fifty 6x2s and two tonnes of ballast. In a curtain sider. The driver does three trips up and down the track in his funky forklift. And then it’s time to start work.