Sits in there, barking orders, overseeing my log splitting, barely an encouraging word, little team spirit, so I just get…
The spate has now gone through, or subsided, or reduced and one can now tell what has happened and what…
The weather has taken a turn, and about time with all the rain we have had. A few days of…
Sad words for an old companion who I am going to miss. The log. AKA Pinocchio. He arrived in February…
… and the perfect job to get in the mood. Restocking the log store. The tree-fellers sagely commented when told…