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Well it had to happen sooner or later, I finally got to use…. ‘The Chainsaw’. da da daaaa.

It all started yesterday with the hunters and some very large gusts of wind. We were woken by the sound of vehicles and dog bells which herald the start of the hunting season.  The day was fine but cloudy  with the sun hazily peeping through, however by midday it had gone completely.  So we decided to do some of the odd jobs that we have been putting off.   It is surprising how good you feel when you tidy up the yard, but as the clouds got denser – and no, we did not get any rain – the wind picked up again.  Strong gusts blew through the yard making me wonder if the shed roof would blow off again.

Around this time I decided I should go and watch the Moto GP which was I discovered just up the road in Aragon, only to find that I had missed most of it so ended up watching Midsummer Murders oh well.

Then the sun came out, it warmed up so we decided to go and fetch the house water from the Hermitage at St. Jerome, so we loaded up the car with containers and set off. Halfway down the track we came off the riverbed – it’s been dry for a very long time – to find that the wind had brought down 4 fir trees.  This was too good to miss, I got out of the car took a look and decided these were destined for the wood pile.  I had been meaning to start on that wood pile for a long time, but since the incident with the ham knife and my finger http://bit.ly/mZJKlg,  my wife has not let me near the chainsaw.  But not today, this was a job for the morning, so I turned the car round and we drove up the valley to the ridge along that into Mora, found the garage bought some wine to celebrate finding the trees then went to collect the water.

There is a spring at St. Jerome which everyone uses for drinking water so we all fill up containers there.  To get there it is up hill again so our new fun is free wheeling down to the town. You can’t go fast because of the water ‘bumps’ these are placed across the road so that rain water (when it rains) can run off into the fields, they are not small or gentle so you have to break when you get to them. Anyway home we trundled happy in the thought of cutting wood. ‘Are you going to use a hand saw or ……..’THE CHAINSAW’?.  I’ll decide in the morning…….

I woke early, today was the day – Chainsaw Day!!!  I got up changed the chain, got fuel, oil and mask I was ready.   I drove us to where the trees were, turned the car round and took the ‘beast’ from the car.  The trees had been broken and fallen on to each other, so I managed to get the smallest one on to the track tied it to the towbar and got my wife to drag it back to the Finca. Before leaving me she handed me my phone ‘just incase’ oh ye of little faith I can master the beast.

When she had gone I turned my attention to the other three.  They were laying on top of each other sawing them from stumps was not the problem, it was the small branches which were problem.  They could spring back and catch me,  and yes one did. It was only a scratch, but it did hurt. By the time my wife got back I had finished cutting them from their stumps, and they were lying in the road.  I had just wandered down to the corner when the car hurtled round the bend my wife had arrived!

She was not the only one. After she’d had turned and backed the car up the slope, been pleased that I had cut the trees free without a mishap a 4×4 trundled on to the scene.  It was the boys from Garcia, come to move the trees.  They were first a little surprised, but after I said we were collecting them for firewood, I think they were glad that the ‘mad English’ were doing it for them. It was nice to think that they would have moved them for us but we got there first……

So we dragged the trees back to the farm for cutting up later.  It was warm so we decided to go shopping so went into town.  We got back around mid afternoon, and after something to eat it was… fun time.  It was a joy to cut the wood, making sure that nothing could fall on me, I dispatched the trees…I’m a lumber jack and that’s ok……

The final act of the day was to take the wood to the wood pile and then have a coffee on the patio looking at the stars.

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