Beginnings

Finally I've pulled the finger out and can move it. Allegorically.
Working with a friend we cleared some fallen branches and after leaving them over night for a delicious curry (thanks mate) and cake (thanks mate's wife) it was time to do something useful with them.

Trousers, boots, mitts and head protection donned (don't fuck with something that can go through you like a knife through butter) and the chainsaw fired up.
Gadingadingadinga.
After I'd left a wheelbarrow full of sawdust I also had a pile of logs to arrange into something less avantgarde.
They're now all piled neatly in the beginnings of a long term investment.

Getting Away

It was the g/f's suggestion that we just went away for a night, so sat afternoon we loaded up and headed out to a little site just outside Trecastle where the tipi was erected (snigger), and some quiet time was had. The route back was a little more scenic, and all the better for it. Could be the first of many.

Any old iron

Take a 2 gallon lorry air tank found on the road-

Strip of coating and cut a hatch-

Cut and weld an old Firestorm high level link pipe to form a chimney stub-

Paint black-

Burn stuff-