Stone path

As all my veggie seedlings were in, the strawberry patch was cleared of weeds, and the runners all planted out, I then decided to do what I meant to do from the start, and that is laying out a small path from my backdoor to my lean-to that Charmaine and self were still not able to finish, as we couldn't get the roof poles up onto the poles we cemented in, so I was at that stage still waiting for any unsuspecting male to come and visit so I could commandeer him up!
My little Spark, who try valiantly to master the act of conveying me over the dirt roads, and never gave a sign of being unwilling, had only an eight hundred cc engin, so going out into the veld and collecting stones was quite a hazardous operation, as with a boot full of large stones, and that boot so small it can't even take my suitcase, that always having to sit on the back seat, it took a lot of gear changing and coaxing to get home.
Then one day coming from Misgund, a little village not far from Haarlem, I saw a huge heap of just the right size stones lying invitingly next to the road, where they had scraped it, and from then on my collecting was made much easier. I was also collecting bigger rocks for the rockery I wanted to make next to the fence looking onto the road, and I found some beauties of the right size for that too.
But I had to be careful, as one is not allowed to pick up any stones on public grounds, and I was a bitty scared, as one day when still living in Strand, my niece Sarina and I went out to find a few river stones for my garden. I was just rising up after picking up a big, white, round stone, to find a man in uniform standing like a bally statue so still, watching me very sternly.
He then demanded to know what I was doing with the stone, and I managed to find my voice that was gone from pure fright, and said that I just wanted a few stones for my rockery! He then said that he is just waiting for his superior, and if I knew that there was a big fine if caught redhanded! I was hyperventilating, feeling my teeth chatter, while Sarina was talking the biggest lot of nonsense, I think to get his attention a bit away from me.
When his very stern superior came, I told him my story, and he peeped into the car where only three stones were lying on the back seat. On asking me if that was all I wanted, he scratched his head, looked at the other man, who nodded his head, and then he said okay, I can have the three in the car, but to go straight home, and never try stealing stones again. I was very, very relieved that he didn't ask me to open the boot, as that was loaded to the brim with a lot of stones. I was at that time still driving a big Ford Siera.
So when I stopped at this heap, I got out of the car, leaving the back door looking onto the stones open, then I casually espied the terrain, never giving the stones a glance, and then, when I was sure there was not one car in sight, I would quickly load a few, and when a car approached, just stood staring over the Karroo shrubs. Once a car stopped, and I cringed, as the stones lay openly on the backseat, glaring evidence of my crime, but I exhaled loudly and thankfully when they asked if I needed assistence!
First I had to take out all the grass where I wanted my path to run, and that took some vooma out of the old body, but it only took two days of hard slog, and I could lay it out. I was meaning to collect smaller pebbles to throw inside, but for now I was quite chaffed with my two days of backbreaking work, as it just gave another dimension to the bit of uninteresting garden. Then I started on the rockery along the fance, Looking out wherever I went for nice big stones.