A Rude Awakening

The kitchen was flooded with warm coloured light this morning, shades of peach, apricot and orange shone through the slatted blind creating stripes of amber light across the ceiling. 
Was it a wonderful Norfolk sunrise you might be thinking? 
No…it was the sun reflecting off the orange skip lowered onto our drive at 6:50am.  Mark had to take delivery in his sleeping shorts and tee-shirt, and I hid in the bedroom under the duvet.  I suspect that we were less than popular with our neighbours, a skip delivery is not a quiet event.  We were out at a more respectable time of 9am to start filling it with some of the roots, rubble, old turf and flint from our garden, more of the same tomorrow.  We now have an almost entire garden of soil and not much else.  We now need to prepare the area for new turf, finish painting the fences, take down and replace the garden shed (which appears to have been stood on bare ground and unsurprisingly is rotting), improve the soil (which is very sandy) and then think about planting, and laying the lawns…not much to do then!
 
The photo is a backblip from yesterday.  B and I went on an evening photo-shoot at Blakeney with the North Norfolk Photographic Society. It was a fabulous evening and very peaceful with our cameras, planning our shots, whilst listening to the calls of oystercatchers and redshanks passing overhead.  The black-headed gulls sounded less attractive with their raucous squawking and arguing.