This is a pile of gravel similar in size to mine. I’ve just spread 10 cubic metres of the stuff around our yard and entrance area, with a little help from my wheelbarrow and a shovel. I reckon that’s enough to fill a fair sized minibus. So now I’m knackered/stoned/laid but proud/relieved/superior.
Do any of you lay claim to stupendous physical achievements of late?
Boadicea's Chariot 
How could you ever begin to put a shovel into that? Reminds me of a film called “The Hill” set in a British Army prison in North Africa where a mean sergeant (Harry Andrews with the rock jaw) causes his troops to run up and down this man-made hill of … gravel?
On my side of the fence I have cut back the ivy!
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Blimey, that’s the best part of 10 tons in weight, no wonder you’re knackered!!
I once carried Mrs FEEG’s suitcase on return after a holiday all the way up the stairs without rupturing myself. It was a close run thing, though!
I have just returned from lunch where I was the only male accompanied by 9 women.
This morning we visited a wildlife sanctuary. One of the resident dogs, a Great Dane called Odin, took a liking to me. While we were standing chatting to the owner, the dog decided to lean against me – in an affectionate manner. Has anyone any idea what a well-nourished adult Great Dane weighs?
Btw, Janus, if you’d got the local kids in, they’d have scattered your gravel all over in no time.
Past it!
I think the major effort would have been telephoning someone with a mini JCB to spread it!
Must have been a drag. 🙂
No doubt they would – in all the wrong places. Ditto the JCB, Christina!