The shack’s revenge

Just found out that in order to draw up plans the council will understand, we need to get our property surveyed. Twice. Once to definitely establish our boundaries but also to gps-plot to the kauris. That completed, we need an arborist to come out and certify that any work proposed won’t have an adverse effect. All just to bowl the shack. I whine to friend about the cost. She raises her eyebrows and says, “What did you expect? You moved to the Waikateres.” Good job we love the trees, some of which we’ve worked out from the size of their trunks must be about 600 years old. There were a few that thought the shack had a certain charm. Can't see it myself. That's it at the back of the shot.