Okay another day when the limit of my smashing Blueberry Hill is the strain of keeping my balance on the semiconsolidated compost pile/rubble heap, it’s not the calves or even ankle muscles but ones at the sole of the foot itself. I’ve never really operated raised-arch on broken ground before, so I’m training those up from scratch I guess.

I’d give it two more days of smashing, then one of spreading leaves on top and then mud-sealing in the stone-block end (which was the one item on my yard work list when I came back after Christmas last year), there’ll be a nylon net in the mud and then when I plant alpine strawberries the runners will grow across this and the weave will hold the slope together, with the strain of frost-heaving pushing stones out resisted by the strength of all the strawberry roots.