Boys from the black stuff

Our pot holed rival to the Grand Canyon has finally been resurfaced into a billiard table smooth delight, however long it lasts. So impressed I was I wandered out onto it in a favoured pair of sketchers. Even having worked in the industry I somehow forgot that asphalt is laid at way over boiling point, about 140 degrees centigrade. That was a sticky mistake. No matter, I am well pleased that the job is done, although the heavy vibrating roller left me surprised that there was a slate left on the roof! They are back on Tuesday to fill in all the fiddly bits.

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