One wall done. Well, nearly done, a little bit of fiddling in the corners and it can be stained.



One reason it didn't go faster was the need for fence repair. It seems that a round bale got away from the machine in the field behind us. It rolled close to the fence, just within reach of horses leaning hard on that fence. It's in the lower left of this picture.




It isn't round anymore.



One way to deal with such inappropriate behaviour is to make the miscreants figures of ridicule: