Looks like feckin' hard work. You'll need a holiday after that.
Some beer (*) was quaffed, that's for sure.
* If Bud Light counts as beer.
Wow. I'm seriously impressed with your efforts Grinder. Good work! 4793/10
PS How many times did you have to watch The Flintstones Movie to get the spec just right?
I did more of the lugging and sorting of the rocks than the actual building bit.
This might sound a bit strange, but it's almost a bit too well made for my liking. Given the sheer amount of granite in this part of the world (New Hampshire isn't called The Granite State for nothing), most walls (like the one to the front of the house) are much more untidy and, well, bouldery in nature.
Just on my limited experience, I can now see why the really well made interlocking walls (if you ever get a chance, go see the carriage trail paths in Acadia national park in Maine) can cost people so much - there really is an art to picking stones that mesh together and, more importantly, will stay in place without mortar or the equivalent.
Apparently, The Grindstress is still quite happy to be in Italy.
I'm happy for her to be there too.
It's only a miles gentle stroll down to the Aire and Calder Navigation Canal form my house. Who needs Venice.
Probably not the worst place to be deaf, but it must be quite dangerous to be a Venetian......
Apparently the sister-in-law hurt herself dropping an unspecified weight on her head at a gym (she's now in Dubai) and The Grindstress has hurt her knee/hands whilst out running in the streets of somewhere in Essex. *