F' Logging a Dead Tree

The firewood conveyor belt (from dead tree awaiting felling through piles around the garden to ordered stacks in the wood shed)  moved along sharply this morning with me on the chainsaw and E on the splitter.  

The result of which is that we ran out of places to put the firewood.

Love the colour of the redwood logs - keeping the best bits for possible turning in the future.

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B&B Consortium Christmas meal in the evening.  As usual, tales of the bizarre and incomprehensible over a glass of beer or two.