Stockpiling

A couple of years back, we had some trees felled on our land. Over the past week, the guy who chopped them down came back to chop them up for us. He reckons there is at least eight to ten tonnes of firewood there in the five huge piles on the hill. It was a pretty big job to chainsaw and then split the huge logs. David had already cut up a lot of the branches, but the huge trunks remained.

I still can't understand why the people who built our place did not put in a wood fire, living where we do, on the edge of forest and above the snow line. We added one and it is now one of my favourite things in the house. We are definitely not short of wood. Next, I need to turn these piles into some kind of amazing 'wall of wood' edifice to keep up with the neighbours. It's a popular pastime in Tassie.