Burnt out

My lovely nephew Josh came to help me in the garden today. We got through an unbelievable amount of clearing and tidying. We work well together. He and I started sharing this love when he was about twelve years old. He used to call gardening 'happy work'. Since then he's qualified as a landscape gardener and has helped create many, many gardens.

We worked for a solid eight hours and I am completely burnt out. He, however, arrived saying his body hurt from a gruelling, but winning, rugby match yesterday. By the end of the day he reported feeling quite a lot better. That's youth for you.