Twenty-one days ago, I was confident that the garden’s days as a building site were numbered. Well, it turns out they were: it’s just that I underestimated their number a bit.
But! Last Wednesday, the next phase was completed:
- Three cubic metres of concrete arrived…
- … And even though the van they’d specified was still too big for our driveway…
- Two hard-working landscapers capably ferried it all the way up and into the trenches for footings.
Here’s the lower, longer, deeper trench; before:
And here’s the higher, shorter, shallower trench; before:
Here’s Trench Inspector Indie, checking things out a couple of days later:
(When it had finally stopped raining, and I had finally been able to take some photographs.)
And here, finally, is more of a bird’s-eye view of the garden as a whole, so you might be able to see the future shape of the terraces and walls better:
It’s this last photo that gives me hope, to be honest. The garden still looks like a mess. But now it looks like a mess with structure: the structure will evolve; the mess will become backfill. Perhaps, just perhaps, we have passed through the nadir, and are climbing back out of it: muddy, but unbowed!