It seemed simple enough, dig a ditch with my pissy little shovel and shove the hedge in it. Heh, luckily I have a neighbour that gardens and kindly lent me some real tools. So the roots were finally negotiated, well hacked off, I guess I'll find out what they belonged to when it dies. About 20 cm of clay dug out and...I hit rock. Yippey yay. I remember as a Christian singing a song about building your house on rock, we sang it like it was a good thing. But in spite of it all the hole got dug, the plants shoved in, kind of, they didn't all get planted quite deep enough so tomorrow I move to plan B. Chaos amazed me, he worked alongside me all day, the kid's my hero today. OK so he dug up 10 cents early on and I handed him the pick and told him to keep digging and he might find more, never underestimate the avarice of a small boy.
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