A lotta logs

A scene of devastation and industry met us near the end of a walk over the hill at Strone this afternoon. I know that the paths we use are the result of commercial forestry, but it never ceases to shock when the trees are harvested and the whole area takes on the aspect of a battlefield - in this case, with the corpses piled neatly in huge piles by the roadside, waiting to be carted away.