|The pile holes may be waterlogged, but the day dawns sunny and full of promise.|
|The sun is still shining brightly as we lay out the piles beside their holes.|
|The concrete truck times its arrival to coincide with storm perfectly.|
Pronouncing this as one of the worst three days he’s ever had as a builder, Dean headed for home and a well-deserved rest. I made my way inside, ravenous and chilled to the point that I could barely get my fingers to work as I struggled out of four layers of saturated clothing. Naturally, the rain had by now stopped, and I drove to the Barton’s to beg for a life-saving hot shower. Wonderful people that they are, Roger and Barbie also threw a meal and a relaxing night in front of the telly into the bargain, which was accepted with unseemly haste.
|But the worst conditions in the world don't stop Dean getting |
the piles into their holes, and perfectly aligned.