After yesterday's rant on the charms (or lack of) of ride on lawnmowers, today I will be much more measured and (I hope) interesting. Yesterday was all about preparing firewood and recovering from the sheer bl00dy hard work that entails. It was a magnificent, if cold, morning, so once I had set off an oxtail in the slow cooker, we went to the One Acre Wood to sort out our heating needs. Our woodland is chestnut coppice with oak stands, as well as annoying amounts of service (or chequers), holly (lots of berries this year) and four pine trees. The mix of oak, chestnut and pine is down to the requirement to grow oak for national needs (as set down by Napoleon), while the chestnut and pine are to service the needs of the local terracotta tile making industry - the coppiced chestnut provided the required heat for the kilns, while the pine sap provided the resin to glaze the tiles and make them waterproof. Or some such story anyway.
The oaks are magnificent and we would not touch them for firewood, unless we are taking off unhelpful side branches. This is the Queen of the Forest.
Chestnut is fair game though, and actually we have quite a bit of standing dead or nearly dead wood, which we are working our way through. Yesterday John achieved a text book fell of a long dead tree, which I got to mark up into 50cm lengths for him to saw through.
The bigger or fatter bits get split and it all gets loaded into the trailer to take home where it is stored and dried in the more ventilated of our two cellars. Each piece of firewood is estimated to be handled 9 times between being part of a tree and being on the fire, and that could be an underestimate. Processed chestnut like this is sold at about 70 to 80 euros a stère (or cubic metre, 3 stères is a corde), which makes it in our view a very good value fuel if you have the right sort of wood burning stove (chestnut spits like crazy so has to be burned in an enclosed burner). It's even better value if you own the wood in the first place! This is our booty from yesterday - a stère of processed chestnut.
Today we were out dealing with a collapsed cherry branch - the morning was freezing and dull, this afternoon was brighter but very cold, so we had to keep active. The better action shot would have been when we took the last chunk of the branch off, but I was holding a rope to swing the wood away from a pipe coming out of the shed, so had my hands full. And then when it did come off, I ended up on my back in the ploughed field. Someone thought that was funny.
There was some pretty autumn colour at this cottage - but a weirdly late flowering crocosmia!