Listening to: Breaking The Rules (Walter Trout Band)
It's finished! It took far longer than I'd planned, but the pig shelter is complete and ready for the lads to move in at the weekend (want to make sure I have extra hands about the place).
With sea views to front and back, it's probably the best appointed pig shed in Britain. In London it would be worth at least £100,000.
Yes, it's a bloody eyesore, but our nearest neighbours are several fields away. After a shaky start to the building process, I'm pleased to say it's as solid as my mother's pastry. All it really needs is a bit of landscaping. I was toying with the idea of a lawn on the roof, but I may settle for some pallets stuffed with straw as a kind of thatch. If I have time I'll paint it as well.
I've added some more fencing and all the new paddock needs is a couple of pigs.
Tomorrow it's back to concrete and time to finish off the work in the large pig house. I've got the materials, thanks to Robbie from the island's haulage firm who made two trips at the end of last week. It was brewing up into a gale and he nearly got his tractor stuck in the mud at the back of the cattle byre, but he remained astonishingly cheerful throughout.