….as you can see. And it all had to be moved today, off the street, through the house, and into the woodstore. Using a calculation from an American site, it seems we have probably moved in excess of 10,000 lb. of weathered oak. ‘We’ being me, Malcolm-the-convalescent, and our lovely friend Martine, who dropped in to say ‘hello’, saw what we were doing, and rushed straight home to change into grot gear and come back to help.
But we’re happy. 2 ‘piles’ of oak- 8 cubic metres – should keep us cosy through all of this winter, and the next one too. And in case you’re wondering, this wood came courtesy of a farmer in Ventenac, about 8 miles from here, via le bon coin. So we peasants DID need the internet, after all