So says L12 this morning, many times.
Looking psychotic over Dad's shoulder.
P9 writing stories, posing for a pic.
The rest of the day, and indeed the last two, have been mostly about mud.
We have re-shaped our land, practically by hand, shifting rocks in freezing mud, and laying 30 metres of drain coil in 3 cubic metres of scoria. I'm scared of the next rain, and waiting for it to warm up enough to sow grass seed.
Here's L12, my hardworking little trooper, and I at the end of another tough day. Just the last of the scoria and some BIG rocks to go on top. (This pic shows about half of the total length - eep.) I did not know there was such a thing as gumboot burn, but now I do.