Stalker62
Well-Known Member
The air had been ringing with the sound of chainsaws this week.
The professionals have been at it in the forest, over the way from my wee house.
They have been dropping and stacking a massive bifurcated tree which had apparently been assessed as a 'fall' risk.
Any hopes I had of "up-cycling" that wood were dashed when I saw the size of the stump and the logs - they had to get a machine in to stack them. Those logs will stay there until they rot - literally.
Oxymoron alert.
Hearing the sound of silence...
My wife went over to ask if it was OK, to walk the dogs over the bridge, and into the forest.
"OK course - we are finished. By the way, I don't suppose you want some oak do you".
My guess is that he could smell the fire that Mrs.S62 had roaring away in the living room.
A quick phone call home, and I pull on a pair of boots and rush out to open the drawbridge.
My new best friend reverses his truck in, and he and his mate off-load the contents.
"I was going to give this to my Dad, but I need the truck empty for tomorrow morning, you have done me a favour'.
"No. You have done me a favour. Please pass on my apologies to your Father."
I slipped him a 'drink'.
"We are back later this month. Now I know where you are..."
My wife is prodigious when it comes to the fire - she thinks that logs grow on tree, so it is always nice to have a supply.
Happy days.
The professionals have been at it in the forest, over the way from my wee house.
They have been dropping and stacking a massive bifurcated tree which had apparently been assessed as a 'fall' risk.
Any hopes I had of "up-cycling" that wood were dashed when I saw the size of the stump and the logs - they had to get a machine in to stack them. Those logs will stay there until they rot - literally.
Oxymoron alert.
Hearing the sound of silence...
My wife went over to ask if it was OK, to walk the dogs over the bridge, and into the forest.
"OK course - we are finished. By the way, I don't suppose you want some oak do you".
My guess is that he could smell the fire that Mrs.S62 had roaring away in the living room.
A quick phone call home, and I pull on a pair of boots and rush out to open the drawbridge.
My new best friend reverses his truck in, and he and his mate off-load the contents.
"I was going to give this to my Dad, but I need the truck empty for tomorrow morning, you have done me a favour'.
"No. You have done me a favour. Please pass on my apologies to your Father."
I slipped him a 'drink'.
"We are back later this month. Now I know where you are..."
My wife is prodigious when it comes to the fire - she thinks that logs grow on tree, so it is always nice to have a supply.
Happy days.
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