... but it's always interesting. I was digging a trench today to put some footings in for a dry stone wall. The ground is bone dry, it's roasting hot and it took me an hour. While I was daydreaming I realised that I was thinking of me Dad who was a coalface hewer. Funny how your brain plays these little tricks. Sometimes it's the slightest thing that can trigger off a memory isn't it?
