Hung and Dung.

Today I finally got around to hanging the gate that I made ages ago.

It looks great.

So I took a photo to share with you all but I didn't notice at the time (because I'm use to seeing it) the massive pile of horse dung.

Tomorrow's job, shift the horse poo and get a better shot of the gate.

By the way, that is no regular horse poo.

It's racehorse poo! So it'll no doubt be great compost. I am worried about our organic certification owning to the probability of the racehorse poo being laced with amphetamines and other racing contraband.  

Just imagine the tomatoes next year! 

That's not knife, this is a .... Rock

I posted the other day that I had successfully split my largest rock thus far. We'll guess what? Records are ment to be broken.

Two almost perfect splits. Nearly 900mm thick!

The power of the wedge just astounds me some times.

Building materials.

At the hundred and first blow

Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.

This weekend, we picked up some new feathers and wedges, some that were professionally produced by trow and Holden. If your a long time reader of this blog you'll remember some of the earliest posts regarding feathers and wedges, that my father made for me.

well I'm here to say a big fat thank you to my dad for getting me of the ground and into breaking this stone. But, dang! Professionally produced equipment makes a hard task, just that little bit better.

Today I used the wedges for the first time on the largest stone I've attempted yet. And snick.... That great sound of a stone boulder cleaving in two.