This is what I did on Saturday, and my aching back reminds me still. We finally burnt almost all the wood from our old Eucalyptus tree this Winter, and it was time to get in a new load. We use our log stove a lot – otherwise our heating is all provided by domestic LPG, and somehow the dramatic fall in world commodity prices has not yet been reflected in retail LPG delivery costs, so all possible help from the wood stove is very welcome.
Because it is almost three years now since we took a delivery of logs, I had rather lost touch with the world of firewood suppliers. A bit of poking around on the internet and a couple of phone calls and I arranged with Shane – who is based at a farm some 8 miles away or so – to deliver me one cubic metre of kiln-dried logs (for burning immediately) plus two cubic metres of barn-dried logs (to season during the year for next Winter). Round here, that’s a lot of logs, boys and girls.
Shane duly delivered the stuff to my driveway on Saturday morning, and my son and I spent the rest of the day clearing out the woodshed, tidying up our remaining logs and then shifting and stacking the new stuff. The result, as you see, is a wall of logs six-and-a-half feet high, by 3 logs deep (front to back) by whatever width this is. Because it is new and clean, and because I am pleased both with the quality of the logs and the achievement of stacking them, I took a commemorative photo.
Thank you, Shane – I’ll phone you again around two years from now, with luck.
Which, you will be sorry to learn, reminds of a very old tale…
One day, this enormous guy with a beard walks into a logging camp, and strides up to the boss, who is eating his breakfast.
“I’m O’Halloran,” says the big man, “you hiring lumberjacks?”
The boss looks up from his ham and eggs, and studies the giant before him.
“You worked as a lumberjack before?”
“What?” says the man, “I told you, I’m O’Halloran – I’m a legend among lumberjacks!”
“I’m sorry, Mr O’Halloran,” says the boss, “I never heard of you – where did you work before?”
“I worked in the Sahara Forest,” says O’Halloran, proudly.
“The Sahara? – but there are no trees in the Sahara…”
“Not now, there aren’t,” says O’Halloran.