What a nice man

There is a dirt track, a couple of hundred metres long, to our house from the main, tarmac, road. Over the winter the rains have dug impressive cañons into the earth, some maybe 25cms deep. Ruts deep enough to make even modern car suspensions work pretty hard. Very joggly woggly.

Outside, now, the local farmer seems to have decided to grade the track. He only really uses the track when he's driving a tractor or some huge four wheel drive so he can only be doing this as a neigbourly gesture. Good stuff