Continued with the work of finishing off the new steps on the former steep slope above the eastern zig-zag.
Every barrow load of mulch had to be ferried along woodland tracks hallowed by countless feet over generations.
Winding tracks that undulated like waves on a shoreline,giving way to minor waves where roots showed and wandered in myriad ways,heading God knows where.
The stones were more to hand,but having lain inside the boundary wall for almost a year had become embedded where they fell and snared in briar and nettle.
We each have the scratches to prove that fact!
Small branches,twigs and leaves covering the paths over which the barrow coursed were raked and the debris moved to the side,not as a spring-clearing exercise but to give our good friend and smallest Mammal,the Pygmy Shrew a better chance of survival from walking feet and nosy dogs - I have found a number of Shrews trampled in recent weeks.They will now have safer pickings among the heaped leaves on the track verges giving walkers a better chance of encountering them and of observing them.....
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