Stalker62
Well-Known Member
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean! What have you done to the dog leads?"
"Nothing!"
"Well, why do they look like this?"
"Oh. That. Let me explain..."
I usually walk the dogs way too early. At this time of year it is in darkness, and I need a headtorch.
This morning I stumbled (literally) over a tree that was clearly felled yesterday. Can't pass that up.
Get home and kennel the dogs. Return to the scene, and begin to lash up the timber with the dog leads and drag it back home over my shoulder. I repeat this over and over, until I have cleared the entire tree.
It takes longer than I anticipated.
At the end of my wee adventure, my knees are fcuked, and my shooting shoulder is traumatised. This is awkward as I need that.
Warning. The following photograph contains nudity and make excite readers of a delicate disposition...for clarity it is my shoulder!
I stack the wood in the dark, and feel very pleased at my up-cycling effort.
With the rising of the sun, and the increase in visibility, comes the realisation that the wood is not brilliant for burning...
Bugger!
I could go on, but I cannot see to type through the tears of pain.
Now if you will excuse me, I need to find some Ibuprofen and a new dog lead...
"You know what I mean! What have you done to the dog leads?"
"Nothing!"
"Well, why do they look like this?"
"Oh. That. Let me explain..."
I usually walk the dogs way too early. At this time of year it is in darkness, and I need a headtorch.
This morning I stumbled (literally) over a tree that was clearly felled yesterday. Can't pass that up.
Get home and kennel the dogs. Return to the scene, and begin to lash up the timber with the dog leads and drag it back home over my shoulder. I repeat this over and over, until I have cleared the entire tree.
It takes longer than I anticipated.
At the end of my wee adventure, my knees are fcuked, and my shooting shoulder is traumatised. This is awkward as I need that.
Warning. The following photograph contains nudity and make excite readers of a delicate disposition...for clarity it is my shoulder!
I stack the wood in the dark, and feel very pleased at my up-cycling effort.
With the rising of the sun, and the increase in visibility, comes the realisation that the wood is not brilliant for burning...
Bugger!
I could go on, but I cannot see to type through the tears of pain.
Now if you will excuse me, I need to find some Ibuprofen and a new dog lead...
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