What a hole

So these workmen have been doing something to the road in front of my office for weeks. They're using a JCB thing (you'll see I'm no expert) with a pneumatic drill to break up the old concrete. It's oddly hypnotic; for us boys, it goes right back to that childhood fascination with diggers and tractors. It's a mucky old job too, with slushy concrete swilling around and chips of stone forever flying from the cutter's wheel. That said, there does seem to be a lot of standing around staring into holes. Sadly the 70s-style red and white striped tent seems to be a thing of the past. Shame.