i'm flushed with fresh air today.
i pruned a rampant sycamore - which took about ten minutes with me pocket saw.
then spent most of the rest of the day sawing it all up into bite size logs for the woodburner.

this is the sort of day i love!

i remember telling my mum once that i yearned to be a road digger.  all that fresh air, few pints after work, no worries.

now i want to be a tree feller.

what would your dream job be?

 

SMALL PRINT:: there's a joke about tree fellers, isn't there?  but as you know i don't recycle old jokes so i decided not to use it in this post.