Whinning…

….up to the woodland estate for some manual activity. Bossels was frozen but bathed in rich sunlight as we turned up the road (Nancy has a rare Thursday holiday). I even bought two cafe coffees at Mainstreet Trading such is my profligate mood today.

The seemingly never ending task of bucking and limbing windthrow conifers is on my To-Do list. It’s a marathon not a sprint, so regular breaks to listen to the bird song and drink tea will be the order of the day. Unless of course Nancy spots me, she’s got a presbyterian attitude to work that woman.