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After his laughter subsided, “I told you so” would probably have been Paul’s first words, had he been there at the time. The scaffolding structure to allow me to lay the high bricks consists of a sawhorse. I would occasionally put some weight onto the work table to pick up the next brick. I put too much weight on.

39 was the second highest day total, I believe. Paul came out about 1. We had both had enough at close of play, probably about half an hour too much by both accounts. Not even multiple toast could alleviate that feeling.

I got off to a hot start about 8 in the morning. I began by strating where the bottle bricks would go, and changed my original plan. I laid 16 bricks before I ran out of sand. Considered doing other jobs like the roof or lining, but knew I would lose my momentum if I did that. Raced down to Woodend and picked up a 3/4 bin of sand – hopefully all I’ll need.

I pulled down the bits of wood that were allowing me to string up the lines of bricks for straightness purposes. Good to get them out of the way, they were such a nuisance.

I’d been avoiding bricking in around the windows but armed with knowledge from the Justin visit, put a heavy layer of dpc down and got amongst it.

Paul reckoned I got 3 feet of air off the jump. Video evidence suggested otherwise. What a let down. I felt like I was flying.

Tomorrow could be the last day of bricklaying.