Once the faggots had arrived on site they lay in one solid mass at the top of the hill. As a way of limiting the damage of a potential arson attempt I spread these out around the edge of the 15m circle I had marked out. I felt very exposed and vulnerable during this stage. It was later remarked how it resembled a hill fort. I did actually feel more secure and confidence began to grow once the walls had begun to take shape. Viewing the work laid out on the ground from a distance at the gardens gates it cut an impressive shape on the hill. At this stage, flat packed, it was approximately 60m across. Here a passing moment of doubt set in regarding whether or not I could pull it off as what I was now intending to build seemed to be in direct competition with the landscape - I felt it was in danger of being swallowed up whole by it. I also knew it was about to become half the size. In reality the work couldn’t even begin to compete with the size of space it was in when viewed fro a distance. I just had to wait and see and have faith in my ideas.