There is the moved shed

There, against the back wall, is the big pile of bricks into which people who do not understand bricks have 'tidied' five different types.

There, on the previous shed plinth, are the piles into which I am sorting the bricks so the right ones get used to make the paths.

Also on that plinth - where I intend to sit on balmy summer evenings - are the quarry tiles that will cover it in due course.

There is M the landscaper, doing sums in his head, and laying membrane and hardcore for the paths.

Beneath some of that membrane-and-hardcore is a trench we both dug earlier, into which we laid armoured cable to take power to the shed, as well as a conduit to take lighting wiring back to the old plinth for when my balmy summer evenings get dark. I was very grateful to M for knowing what he was doing, as it was way beyond my expertise. I was especially impressed that he used my vacuum cleaner to suck a rope all the way along the conduit which can be used later to pull the wiring through.

The trench-digging also involved taking my compost-heap completely to bits. It is no more.

I am now going to rest my muscles, my brain, my everything.