Today I shovelled, barrowed and raked 8 tonnes of gravel.
4 tonnes at lunchtime and 4 tonnes at teatime.
In between I took a break by running 4 milles.
In the evening my brother-in-law helped so it seemed easier. He did comment that it seemed a lot like the road crew scene from Cool Hand Luke (I assume I’m the Paul Newman character).
All I can say is that if this is expected for the next two communions (I’m raising 3 soilders for Holy God) I think God would be cool with me having a ‘failure to communicate’ moment. (I’m still Luke Jackson!)