Today's very small wound was obtained whilst sawing logs. When we were last out on the Slough arm, BW's contractors were cutting down ash trees growing along the bank (please excuse the blurred photo, I was trying to steer a boat at the same time!) and in answer to a polite request from me they said I could take as many logs as I liked. Well you don't turn down ash logs. They are supposed to be the best of all for burning, so I took a dozen or so four foot logs of about 3 to 6 inch diameter.
Sawing them up this weekend has produced over a hundred short logs for the boat stove, but they are quite sappy and very heavy so into the shed they go to dry out for use next winter. I think I might weigh one and mark it, then weigh it again in the autumn to see how much water it has lost.
One day this weary winter will be gone
But won't be fooled it won't be gone for good
It will be back to freeze next year's moustache
Blowing snow as every winter should
Loudon Wainwright III