Working by the river Wye, listening to the music it produces and being constantly bemused by its variations on a theme is one of my favourite occupations.
On a Spring day with the strengthening sun casting striated patterns and now strong enough to bring Dol y Fan into focus with its scattered sheep grazing it is surely near enough to being heavenly.
I am logging again and taking arm-thick branches originally discarded but now weathered, and using a miniature battery operated chain saw to cut them into fire-sized logs and logletts. Replenishing our depleted winter stores whilst we have the opportunity.
You know when it’s a good morning’s work when it takes the rest of the…
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