BASKETTCASE

We've worked really hard in the garden this week but there's little to show for it on a photo. If you click on the slideshow and turn it into an album, and click on the photo looking towards the bird-table, number 13, there's a lump of concrete which was the junction between the lawn and the bridge. Behind that is what looks like a garden slab, which was the standing for the bridge. It wasn't a slab- it was a nine-inch thick block of concrete, and Dave has spent two days attacking it with a lump hammer and carting the bits away fready for the skip. Not bad for someone who lost a third of his right collar-bone and part of his breast bone eighteen months ago!
I have been digging between the transplanted shrubs and the veg patch. We have two wheelie bins full of bindweed and buttercup to be taken away on Tuesday, but as you couldn't see them before, you wouldn't be able to see the difference. I'm dying to be able to photograph something pretty, but that could be a long way off. Even the shrubs llok as if they are telling us the winter in tub-trugs was just too long.
It's Easter morning. We were up at dawn for the sunrise service on the Neatherd Moor in Dereham. There were about 40 of us. It was misty and grey, and no sign of the sun, except in our hearts as we celebrated the resurrection. The birds were singing their hearts out, and we managed to make a joyful sound as well. Then we went back to church for breakfast and communion together. It was still only 8.45 when we got home!
Tomorrow Steve is coming to help Dave try to find the water main T junction that supplies the mobile. Dave has already dug down an arms length in our front drive, and no sign yet of the main supply pipe. Apparently we have to blank off the T to avoid getting dead water in our system. Sounds horrible. Assuming they are successful in locating the pipe we are going to take off to the seaside, mist or no mist, for some sea air and hopefully a meal.
Wishing you all a happy Easter. Hope you get some good rest and refreshment time