Saturday, it poured down rain. We made the usual hygeine day trek, but this time it involved walking out in the mud and the wet and getting soaked. Always my favourite. On the way back in I held a feedsack over my head, and that was better.

Sunday was shell day. We trekked out Saturday so that we would have all of Sunday to get things done. It was sunny, but windy and cool. We all worked at it.

The shells are awkward to move. They can’t really be shovelled effectively, so we defaulted to the garden rake, but they are heavy and unweildly, so it takes considerable effort to move them around. Husband raked, and we all took turns pit-ponying with the snow scoop, hauling loads to the edge of the pile, expanding the territory a bit at a time.

We had 4 piles. 2 full-load piles and 2 half-load piles. By the end of the day, one full-load pile and one half-load pile were spread. I started the crushing, but didnt get terribly far with it.

The tamper is only 10″×10″, so many many many hits are necessary. Clamshells are tough. We may have to look into renting a powered compacter for a few days instead. It’s too bad we don’t have a steamroller immediately to hand. That would be quite ideal.

All in all, it was a long, hard, dirty day. We were all chilled and tired and hungry. And we had, as usual, provided a great deal of entertainment for the neighbourhood. We had any number of drivers going by slowly, having a good gawk. I don’t think shell driveways are much of a thing, here, despite this being shellfishery country. What are the weirdos up to now?