Very funny day moving the water tank from the top paddock to nearer the house. Seems like a  pretty simple job, hire a fork lift and with a couple of strops we will have it done in no time. The first attempt broke the timber runners but undeterred we continued until the strops broke. This was only a minor delay and once re-spliced we carried on with great enthusiasm. We reconnected the strops to watch them slide around the tank and fall off. As the day was now getting late our friendly neighbour brought his tractor on to the job. Carrying the tank balanced between the forks of two tractors like a push me pull you sort of process, required good skills from Justin and Nick, but proved a nerve wracking experience for Lisa who was running between them directing operations. When it fell off the forks we decided to drag the bloody thing across the hay paddock for twenty metres and after three hours felt we were making good progress. As the sun was setting and the tank was still not quite in place it seemed  that all it needed was a decent shove and with some relief  we saw the tank resting nicely on the prepared site.