Nothing as satisfying as 18 holes

Right now, there is nothing as satisfying as having achieved 18 holes:


each one thirty inches deep and containing a concreted in ground pole which will support the forthcoming polytunnel  through all the possible gales and storms of the next twenty years.

Meanwhile, the second generation ducklings seem a little frisky.  They have a nice cosy brooder to nestle beneath but they seem to prefer to spend time on top of it: