They came on Monday

in a matter of hours trees, bushes and shrubs had been ripped out and cast aside, a deep trench dug into the dyke and hardcore arriving on the back of numerous trucks, poured and flattened forming a road onto the site. No more the sound of birdsong fills the air but the constant brrr,clank, whirr, bang of heavy plant machinery.

as before, the blur at the bottom is my fence, a new one, higher than before to afford some privacy from the builders and subsequently our new neighbours