Nothing quite like an occasional reminder of my mortality, (which used to arrive almost daily in my days as a horse trainer, and which are now fairly few and far betweeen), but which today came when the dumper truck I was driving rolled down the hill I was traversing.
Alec and Trevor obligingly came to the rescue and hauled the stricken dumper upright with their enormous and shiny JCB, and gave dire warnings about how dangerous these dumper trucks can be..
I am being suitably appreciative about my aliveness this evening, and hoping for a less eventful days digging tomorrow. Just a polytunnel drain and a car park to go, and I’m all done.
