The sun finally came out so I´ve been tackling the hedging in an effort to keep Breo on the property and tame the brush. Wandering dogs are a problem here, they get poisoned or shot or worse.
Someone in the distant past had already started weaving the brushy undergrowth into an informal fence, so I decided that with more time than money, I´d do the same. We have some oak saplings I´d like to transplant.
We´re also expecting family from Madrid for Semana Santa, so we´ve got projects on the way. Ah, the smell of plaster dust. Fingers crossed we´re finished in time.