Do you remember our market trolley, fashioned from an old golf buggy? It was retired to the pile of useful crap around the side of the house when the road proved too rough for the sand tires and the bananas bounced out of the box.
Then a free range pig decided the cool shade under our floor would be the spot to snuffle and grunt and store his rotten tit bits for later. Aquaman took off his superhero suit for a stint as a rock monkey, and relocated a pile of rocks from our old fence, with the aid of our trusty wheelbarrow buggy. No more pigs and a cleaner yard.