Chainsaw massacre.

So today I have five strangers, all men, in my garden chain sawing the huge trees down. I've no idea where the men are from, possibly owning the land at the top of the banking. But they've decided today to chop down the trees.

It's blowing a gale, raining and the decking which they keep resting the ladder on is ultra slippery.

Another man has just arrived.

Quite frightening really, sat watching from the warmth.