Digging a hole. First you stamp the spade (though it might be a shovel, I’ve no idea) through the grass and it crunches deep through roots and past pebbles. There are worms, and halved worms. Running beasties flee and slitherers manouver moist muscle to escape. Stratum of soil from sandy brown-paper-bag through to brash orangey and lines of classically chocolate dark earth. Has anyone ever seen this particular underground exposed? Then the shovel clashes off rocks, skidding sideways distorting the edges. Things are suddenly more difficult than it seemed at first. Dig down, dig deep.
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