I Must love building walls

It’s been a long day during which I have moved a few tons of stone and then put them back again in a better order than I found them. I have just finished rebuilding a wall and I’m walking across a stretch of desolate moorland. It is already dark and there’s a sliver of moon and a couple of stars.

What was scenically beautiful during the day looks pretty bleak when the sun goes down.

I’m carrying a rucksack on my back and I’ve got four heavy iron walling bars and a pickaxe balanced on one shoulder and held in place with one hand. In my other hand I’m carrying a bucket containing hammers, pins and lines. It’s still a quarter of a mile to my car and then I have to drive 70 miles home. I must love building walls.


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