Post-arboricultural delight

We had a load of logs delivered the other day. That’s the preferred unit of measure for such things: it’s about a pickup-truck’s worth, at least in Devon.

Pleasing logs

It’s nice when they’re all neatly piled, probably because of the cozy winter / early spring evenings with an open fire which such a pile implies.

It also appeals to my sense of getting things in a row. And the wood stays drier (we cover it with a big piece of plastic).

If course, I do need to chop some of them before they’ll burn.

It’s time to sharpen the axe…

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