equals an appropriately rustic brick path.
I was perusing Kiji Classifieds when I spotted an ad for old fire bricks. We offered $20 and Limey ran on over to pick them up in our truck wannabe, Black Betty the Kia.
All that was required was some leveling, a layer of sand, laying out the bricks and filling them in. It was about a day of work with some swimming in between phases to cool off.
When it was all done, Hayley christened the path with a little jig.