Something wicked this way comes

Farewell wall. Here’s the big bulldozer poised to break up the wall and chuck it away.

The propping up exercise is not going to work. So the wall is just being sent to the ‘recycling’. Which is code for the steep bank at the far end of the farm where all miscellaneous mess goes to die.

It is a sad day but there’s nothing we can do.  Tomorrow I’ll do the last bit if cleaning up and raking and take the shots of the blank slate.

At least it is sorted.