Wood & Water

Today we had another wood-fest at the Steadings. It stopped raining this morning, so Graham went over with his chainsaw and cut up lots of the logs that had been left at the bottom of the hill. In the meantime, Brian & John set to work on chainsawing the big pile of birch logs that … Continue reading Wood & Water

Wood We….

Here in the Steadings, the afternoon was devoted to wood. First of all, Graham and John (the Steadings’ two “muscles”) chopped a pile of logs into fuel, which Carol, Brian, me & Pauline, plus Graham’s sister Fran and her two boys, generally ran around shifting the wood, piling it into barrows and getting it to … Continue reading Wood We….

Stone Me

One of my little rituals is to walk up to the village every Sunday morning to buy a Sunday paper. This morning, as usual, I passed by the cottage with the trilithon in the front garden. It’s not a full-size trilithon, obviously; all of two feet high, it’s made from two six-inch wide slabs of … Continue reading Stone Me