A full day's work this one; breakfast at 8:30 and then straight back to the butterfly house to continue our digging. Having had a good 10 hours sleep I feel ready for a hard day's graft BTCV style and get properly stuck into levelling the soil once again for the path inside the butterfly house, despite some initial confusion and a smattering of painting. Simon, Kate and Stef see a swallow tail butterfly and take photos and I tuck in to an 11:00 beer with my shirt off; British builders would be jealous.

There's a bit of a personality clash as Hungarian men don't understand the concept of women performing heavy labour, and the president of the Georgraphical Society is met with Stef's wrath when he tries to put her off lifting some heavy concrete blocks. We have a picnic lunch (I can't eat the amazing looking sausage casserole) of home-made ewes milk cheese and then crack on. At one point a horse arrives with a whole wagon load of calcite which we lug into the butterfly house for future use as a rockery. By the time we are about to depart the inside of the butterfly house is horrifically hot and despite feeling guilty leaving the rest of the crew to their 12 hour shift, we gladly get out of there.

We've been trying for a BBQ in our garden for a few days now but Laszlo veto's tonight as he can feel a storm brewing and although I think he's wrong we concede and head to the house. As we arrive, the Hungarian business men are just leaving for good, and I give them my email address just to see what they can conjure up in writing at a later date. Laszlo comes back briefly with his colleague Paul after I've had the obligatory nap and we shake hands and chat before he hands us some wooden skewers for the BBQ tomorrow (we hope!). The storm that Laszlo predicted hits us with a bang and we stay inside until dinner time and some post-food chess; me and Stef cling it back to one all! After chess and a hot chocolate (I can't face any more beer and schnapps for the moment), we go home and to bed for another well-earned kip.