Hammering on the door while I was still drowsily in my bed began the bizarre day.
I answered the door in my pyjamas and it was the tradesmen from next door letting me know that they had a load of concrete arriving and if I wanted to get my car out, now would be a good time. I moved it, and sure enough it was a large load of six cubic metres in a mixer truck that seemed too big for our driveway. These guys have been doing it for years , though and he reversed up and squeezed through the neighbours gate as if he were on rails.
Within minutes, the delivery chute was extended and the heavy slurp of wet concrete splashing around the heavy reinforcing steel marked the beginning of the very solid footings to a new retaining wall.
From there, the day slipped away and concluded with a camera club committee meeting. On the way home from that, the old Anglican church at Trentham caught my eye. It’s a lovingly maintained building surrounded by an historic graveyard, and I had to try to capture the night view.
From around the corner there was another view of the memorials, and the wind lashing the trees added another interesting dimension
And that’s was the end of the day.