I'd previously cleared the topsoil off this approximately 250m² space, and with my helpful December visitor, that got shifted to fill a hollow in the back garden. Those new mounds are piles of thick, wet, sticky clay sorted by potential usefulness - but there's no question of moving them for at least a couple of months, because what you're looking at there is how things were when the ground was dry. Since then, Monica has roared through and dumped yet more water on us, and this evening Nelson is huffing and puffing and doing his damnedest to blow the house down.
In any case, this month more than ever before has demonstrated the value of paying not very much (relatively speaking) for the luxury of having a half-decent machine ready to take advantage of short and unpredictable breaks in the weather.