Removing and rebuilding this 10m long retaining wall is a bit harder than I thought. 1m down 9m to go!
Digging a metre down found a bunch of mysterious old ceramic pipes (which seriously don't move) that would've been there since 1914 (when the place was built). This place used to be a double block and had a tennis court before it was sub-divided waay back (1950's-ish). Starting to think it was part of the plumbing for a little bougie tennis viewing / outhouse thing.
Sort of conjures up romantic images. Sunny Sunday arvo in spring, everone dressed in their finest cheering on, looking crisp, sipping champagne.
These days though it's someone arse up in the air, coinslot not leaving much to the imagination, digging dirt out of a ditch with their hands (too tight for a shovel) trying to get shit level wearing trackies and a t-shirt.