Lovely to see the skills still in use. My dad taught my brothers and I the art. He was a right b*****d. Cold didn't seem to bother the old git and he never gave us a minute. I wonder how many folk know why there are cross stones protruding either side of a dyke? Not only that, the old man had us breaking stone to make wedges for the copers and packers for the gap as you were building. Strange thing though. Going back to the farm, Threepwood, in the borders, the walls still stand. And by the way, the roe still maraude like they always did. What a place.