Onwards and upwards

We’ve begun to clear the front fourty. What a job! We’re at it from 8 am until 5 pm. I’ve started flagging the trees that Dave will fall for us (notice the pink tape around some trees). Here are some shots of the process.

The dense bush before we begin clearing.

The dense bush before we begin clearing.

David Hall prepares to fell trees for us.

David Hall prepares to fell trees for us.

The first big alder gets cut.

The first big alder gets cut.

More later!

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4 responses to “Onwards and upwards

  1. LittleFfarm Dairy

    Can I borrow Dave for our woodland, please….?! (plus our garden looks pretty much like that – only had time to mow the lawn once so far, this year). And why is it than lawn grass grows swift & verdant whilst a watched hayfield never flourishes? Hmmm.

    One of the great things about these photos – nice to see the proper kit being used when working with a chainsaw. People either grumble it’s too expensive or can’t see the point as it’ll never ‘happen to them’ – until it does. I don’t think happy-go-lucky amateurs appreciate that a chainsaw’s bite is far worse than the bark it bounces off before it hits you….!

    As we have eleven acres of mixed deciduous woodland here I made sure Tony attained his 5-day cross-cutting & felling licence before he bought a saw: not only was he far more aware of exactly what he needed as the ideal implement for the job here, he was also far more danger-savvy…& insisted on gloves, helmet, ear defenders & trousers before he’d rev up his new toy.

    Knowing his notoriously clumsy nature even with high quality tools (to date he gets through an average ANNUAL inventory of one garden fork; 2 rakes; a heavy-duty spade; a power washer; 10-12 plastic buckets; 5 metal buckets; 3 muck forks; 2 pitchforks; 2 heavy-duty yard brooms; one heavy-duty wheelbarrow; several feed scoops; at least 9 multi-purpose farming/hunting knives plus 4 pairs of scissors; 2 builders’ tape measures; countless wooden handles; & at least one Hideously Expensive item (i.e. chainsaw; petrol strimmer; heavy-duty lawnmower) per year. So at least wearing the right clobber he should injure the tools & not himself!

    And oh my goodness, the amount he invests, in Round Tuits i.e. he’ll sit & plan for ages the next Grand Project for which he’ll hunt down the most expensive, shiniest bits of kit which then get stashed “for a rainy-day” project shortly after the work has started…..because he never quite gets A Round Tuit….hmmm.

    As we live here in Wales I’m frankly amazed that with his “rainy day” philosophy our Ffarm isn’t in immaculate, state-of-the-art, working order; but then another more exciting project comes along for my wonderful Magpie of a husband….all of our Yesterdays are consigned to the back burner whilst today’s Shiny Things take priority.

    I’m thinking of renaming the place the Halfway House because there are so many half-finshed projects everywhere…!

    • This is a town full of ex-loggers who know the dangers of tree felling well. In the heyday of logging there were many a fellow killed. It seemed a weekly event. They say that if you survive your first three years of felling you’ll likely survive logging! Most guys were killed early on the job.
      Your hubby sounds like mine in the clumsy/losing/going through tools dept. Actually, I almost lost my guy a few years back when he decided to go cherry picking. The ladder started to fall and, being the philosopher that he is, instead of reacting he wondered “Am I going past the tree or is the tree going past me?”. He landed chest first on the ladder and broke 7 ribs, punctured his lung, nicked his liver and was bleeding internally. He very nearly died. Of course, he did it at later in the evening so of course the air evacuation (airvac) ambulance could not make it in to the valley to get him. We don’t have much in the way of emergency surgery here (it is another tick for the ‘should we stay’ question) so almost everything is sent out to Vancouver. All fine and well until the plane can’t get in. I spent the night watching his belly fill up with blood and swell to frightening proportions whilst praying he wouldn’t hemorrhage. I knew there was nothing our hospital could do for him if he did; he blissfully didn’t and thought he was safe now that he was at the hospital! Of course, it was foggy the next morning and we still couldn’t get the plane in. Finally, I had to make the decision to hire the helicopter to get him out. I now plant dwarf fruit trees only!

  2. Tim

    So does this mean you’ll are staying?

    • It means we are living in the moment, for the moment. I have spent a lot of my life living temporarily. We made the decision to live as if we are staying until we are sure we are not staying. Alas, to stay or not to stay is still the question!

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