Spot the bodgery.
We’ve had about four inches of snow, which seems to be hanging around a bit. It is not terribly cold, but this brings its own problems. The snow was a bit soft yesterday and it started sticking to my clog soles. The wooden, unsoled part in the middle welds to slightly damp snow, and then builds up, in the same way as how children roll large snow balls for snowmen. Add a few shavings and pretty soon you’re a couple of inches taller, until one falls off and then your limping!
I believe there is a dialect word for these clods of snow, but I’m blowed if I can find it. Any ideas anyone?
We had the return of a little sun in the afternoon which was very welcome, it having been rather cloudy for many days.
The last slab of the oak butt I milled attracted the attention of a cafe proprietor, so I’ve been working that up for a couple of food presentation boards with my usual knife-tooled finish.
In the background you can see some progress on the green oak bench I’m working on. It has a lower back than the last two. I need to get the trailer down into the woods when the snow melts so I can level the legs in, the front two need taming a bit from their current wild splay.
Felling again today. I have a new camera that takes pretty decent video – it looks really good on a big TV screen, but this extract is compressed for ease of downloading so quality is just ordinary. Spot the inattention just before it finally goes down. Tut, tut! On this day that was the only tree to fall in one, all other three had to be hand winched down – I’m sparing you the endless video with a click, click, click sound track.
Not wildly exciting. Today (it took a little while to load up the video) I’ve been felling on the slopes above where the video was taken, rather more snow now, melting stuff. Keeping a footing is rather important, and the escape route is vital. I did a lot of dragging timber to the ride, and left some pieces long to fit on the Landy roof rack, I’m not taking the trailer in until the weather improves. I got the Land Rover a little stuck last week and ended up winching a rock out of the way so I could get home.
I leave the brash piles as shelter for wildlife. Not that all wildlife is the forester’s friend:
The top of this sycamore had been de-barked by squirrels, the upper one in a full ring and killed the lead growth.