The Deadwood Stage

Had a funny old day today. Got outside into the garden and into the woods for the first time this year really.

I didn't really have a great deal of enthusiasm for it, it was chilly, my feet were cold and i was feeling that it was such a lot of effort, however cajoled and encouraged as i was by my beloved who spurred me into action with the kind words:

" if you're just going to stand there doing nothing and moaning you might as well go back inside."

Armed with this helpful advice i managed to bring wood for fire and tomorrow will see the first outing this year for the chainsaw, and very probably the first trip to A+E as well.

We then set about gathering lots of the debris and foliage to have a small controlled burn at the top of the garden, and i snapped this little pic, which is the final knockings of Christmas in our house, the last remenants of the Christmas tree going to glory.

Bit sad really, but on the bright side, only another three hundred and thirty something until its here again.

Hoorah i hear you cry.

Nighty Night.