There has been some frantic activity again round about the collapsed Hatton bridge.   The other day I counted 6 “yellow coats” all standing in a little huddle round a hole.  To be fair,  most of the holes are now filled in.   Something is clearly about to happen…a portaloo has arrived!

But today the whole site is deserted, though  a large triangle of the field is now fenced off, ready for action – if not dog walkers.

Poor Lily, she could not understand why we could not go in by our usual gate for her morning scamper round the field, but had to take our life in our hands and slither down the muddy steps beside the disreputable green shed.

And when we arrived at the field side of the fence, again poor Lily was quite perplexed.

The man from Scottish Water who was in the Hatton Shop this morning assured us that things were really starting to happen at last.  We will see what Monday brings.