And so, this is what North spent the majority of this morning doing: digging, building, pushing, hauling and dumping in the garden. He's actually right on top of the potato bed but I don't think he dug deep enough to disturb anything.
It was dirty, wet and cold and it was absolute heaven to him. He always manages to take his shoes off but keep his socks on outside. I've learned to live with it. I ran a bath when it was time to come in for lunch, scrubbed his nails in soapy hot water and dressed him in some warm, dry clothes before sitting down to some hot soup. Before I put him down for his nap he begged to be allowed to do some more digging in the afternoon...hmmmm... the price for a little peace and quiet.