Early morning vibrations

The JCB, that had been parked in a nearby street the night before, started early.

It was still dark and the humid air from a river fog helped damp down the dust. The poor neighbours must have been awoken earlier than usual. One neighbour squinted bleary eyed from her bedroom window at the sight of a double chest freezer sized scoop of rubble swinging effortlessly out over her car to be dumped into the waiting lorry.
'I think it'd be a good idea to move the car?'

The rubble was a three dimensional jigsaw puzzle of the house. Having known the house so intimately I could recognise a familiar piece as it dropped into the lorry. The house had been largely built of limestone, probably from a quarry somewhere in the neighbourhood.
That was also, more than likely, its ultimate destination. A well informed neighbour assured me that there was a very large abandonned quarry in the outer suburbs that was being filled.
So stone to stone, dust to dust.