30.04.14.The tree, the badly maimed bear, and an almost badly maimed optician

Summer seems to have arrived with a vengeance, sheep safely grazing – a perfect portrait of rural England,

 

sheep may safely graze

sheep may safely graze

but there is a battle at foot, sheep alone do not surround our cottage………… they bring with them flies, nasty unhygienic flies, don’t get me wrong, although not my favourite of God’s creatures I know they have a right to live – just not in my house, and if they do insist on living here, I’d be grateful if they did not lust after the food, and grateful if they didn’t find me so attractive, they seem to dive bomb me – or is that just my imagination? Maybe they do the same to B……………….

Here is a picture of the (once very handsome) bear

 

Poor Ted

Poor Ted

 

Now, thanks to the small terrier, he’s maimed and blind. That bear has lived on my windowsill since the children were small………… now here’s the conundrum, do I give in and let Hesper have it as a toy or do I place poor maimed Teddy back on the window sill…………………

 

And the almost maimed optician? I’ll spare you the detail, suffice to say that I took B for an eye test yesterday. My darling husband has Parkinson’s and is very frail but, since when does very frail translate into very stupid? When was it decreed that an inability to keep one’s hand still translate into an inability to make one’s own choices? Why was a perfectly intelligent question met with ridicule? Was I angry or what? I just wanted to spirit him away and protect him from the mean spirited and those that lack imagination and compassion……….. I paid and took him home……….

And how about this new breed of manliness who can’t help a girl place something in her car because it’s against health and safety rules? Thank you to the staff at Wickes in Kings Lynn – especially the chaps having a cigarette under the “We’re happy to help’ sign………………………..

This week marked the felling of a very handsome beech tree, it’s been dying for some years and had finally became dangerous. I knew this tree so well, my children played under it, my dogs dug under it and the sheep and lambs sheltered under it. So it is sad to see it felled, but it was quite dead – so much so that a log from it burned instantly, it’s very dry.

I thought I would give you a series a photos marking the felling. Of course my camera jammed at the moment she actually fell…………. But here’s the leading up to……….. (the felling)…………….. and the aftermath!

start the chainsaw

start the chainsaw

 

decide which way the tree needs to fall and cut a wedge

decide which way the tree needs to fall and cut a wedge

make the wedge a little bigger

make the wedge a little bigger

cut through the other side of the tree

cut through the other side of the tree

place some metal wedges into the 'back' of the tree to stop the saw from getting pinched

place some metal wedges into the ‘back’ of the tree to stop the saw from getting pinched

and down she goes

and down she goes

well done chaps

well done chaps

a platform for the lambs to play on?

a platform for the lambs to play on?

This tree was well over 200 years old, who planted it? who played under it?

This tree was well over 200 years old, who planted it? who played under it?

She was so dead and dry that when she fell her upper branches shattered into fire-log pieces!

She was so dead and dry that when she fell her upper branches shattered into fire-log pieces!

so close to home, I could almost take the log basket and bring home the fuel on a daily basis!

so close to home, I could almost take the log basket and bring home the fuel on a daily basis!

Today being mothering Sunday, I am to be treated to lunch…………………..nice. It’s probably the only day in the year that having six children really pays off!

I’ll be here again next Sunday …………. have a good week

Love Susan x

http://www.susancampbelldesigns.co.uk

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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