In June 1987, I was driving past my parents' property -- a piece of ground about five km from their house -- where they had gardens in the woods. I saw them at work rebuilding the road into their garden, so I stopped for a chat. They'd had many truckloads of soil and building materials dumped to build up the new road, and -- by hand -- they were landscaping it. They were 70 and 76 years old at the time. They finished the job, too.
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