A site for sore thighs

We finished the initial clean-up, the site is photographed and Mr McF is starting the masterplan.
Doing a lot of emptying of previous trenches, still, and my old legs are really feeling the strain.
As usual Tom the Boss popped by and suggested we dig a trench linking the gardens and the cottage. It had to be slowly explained to him that such an excavation would take us outside our designated site area. It would also take a great deal of time we didn't have and wouldn't be paid for. LeftHand knows of these helpful suggestions, which is probably why he now works elsewhere!
A much better visitor to site was Meles, who kindly brought me my new shiny trowel, ordered off the interwebs last night and delivered at 12.30 this morning. I still don't trust e-commerce, but it has its uses...