Never one to give up, it was down to business big style this morning. Bruce aka Branwen my daughter, has a rare talent for wood stacking, a skill very like random stone walling her twin brothers Taliesin's talent.
This in turn meant keeping her supplied. So with some people filling bags, another handing wood up to her. And another again splitting the bigger lumps with an axe.
If this sounds like work then you would be getting the drift.
Our cottage is full to the ceiling. The Bruce, of course was beavering away virtually in the roof getting higher and higher till - lunch. This was the point where the flaw became obvious, she had been piling logs higher and higher till she had built a platform from which there was no obvious escape. Now we could have just left her there, this could have got all complex as a Bruce unfed is not a thing to approach lightly. So anyway, this was serious, time to get the Green Goddess out and "make pumps one".
The short rescue ladder came down off the roof and by leaning the ladder on a convenient joist Bruce was rescued.
Lunch and even more wood, by end of afternoon we had axed and stacked a huge pile. There is several months supply of wood in there now.
If we can clear the base I think I might just stack and stack and stack bundles of wood in there.
The older it gets the better.
A bit like me really, the teenies have been struggling to keep up with the pace set - by their father.
And mother - pity help us all if she was not mentioned.
R
This in turn meant keeping her supplied. So with some people filling bags, another handing wood up to her. And another again splitting the bigger lumps with an axe.
If this sounds like work then you would be getting the drift.
Our cottage is full to the ceiling. The Bruce, of course was beavering away virtually in the roof getting higher and higher till - lunch. This was the point where the flaw became obvious, she had been piling logs higher and higher till she had built a platform from which there was no obvious escape. Now we could have just left her there, this could have got all complex as a Bruce unfed is not a thing to approach lightly. So anyway, this was serious, time to get the Green Goddess out and "make pumps one".
The short rescue ladder came down off the roof and by leaning the ladder on a convenient joist Bruce was rescued.
Lunch and even more wood, by end of afternoon we had axed and stacked a huge pile. There is several months supply of wood in there now.
If we can clear the base I think I might just stack and stack and stack bundles of wood in there.
The older it gets the better.
A bit like me really, the teenies have been struggling to keep up with the pace set - by their father.
And mother - pity help us all if she was not mentioned.
R
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