A day at the quarry

The other day, we went to RaissacThere’s a quarry there:We looked at rocks.  We looked at big stones.  We looked at smaller stones:We chose gravel.And a man (no, not Malcolm) with a grab scooped up the best part of 500 kilos of the stuff, and dumped it in our trailer, for us to drive cautiously home with.‘How much do we owe you?’

Gallic shrug.  ‘Whatever you feel like paying.’

‘We really have no idea.  Give us a clue.’

’10 euros?’

Not bad, eh, for an almost unmanageable load of gravel

What do we need it for?  Well, you’ll just have to wait and see