I awoke this morning to a bright crisp November day. I could
see the leaves sparkling yellow from the window above our sink, a tiny
squirrel munching bird seed underneath. My first thought was to get my
air rifle and attempt to dispatch it, but Lauren dissuaded me and we
watched it instead.
Mike Finch informed me a few days
ago that as soon as we got a break in the rainy weather I would be out
cutting wood for future firings. The local saw mill who supplies us with
wood (mostly pine) is set to deliver soon, so a space needed clearing.
was an excellent day to be working outside, even with such an
antiquated circular saw. Until coming to Winchcombe I didn't even know
you could attach a saw to a tractor.
Here is my day in pictures:
|Essential tools: gloves, goggles, helmet with visor and ear protectors. |
|Some of the wood to be cut up.|
|Making a start in the morning sun.|
|"Watch out for those fingers Hamish."|
|For some of the thinner pieces it was easier to push them through from one side.|
|Cutting up the off cuts for the workshop fire.|
|Chucking the offcuts on the pile. Very satisfying.|
|Me and my piles. |
|Would it make Svend Bayer proud? Probably not, but a good stack nevertheless.|
|Happy to still have all of my limbs and digits.|
And here is a short video of the operation in motion.
And finally a picture of the Lauren the beautiful camera lady, who helped out filming and picture taking despite it being her half-birthday (!!!) and having the manuscript of her novel to edit.