La cantera detrás de la casa.

Good news on the new quarry behind the house: the monster excavator has been removed on a huge trailer, and today el jefe moved in a trestle table, some paper plans to spread on it, a long tape measure, and a minion to spray-paint shapes in different colours on the levelled earth. The boss man wears a bandana in the style of Steve Van Zandt, of The E Street Band and Sopranos fame, and I keep expecting him to whip out a guitar or automatic rifle. Looking at this scene from the road below ours (the house can be seen top right), I realised that by cutting out so close to our wall they also eradicated the wild honeysuckle which used to spill over the fence with a glorious scent. Shame.