Diary of a man and his woodland

A blog about a man's dream to own a small woodland.

Logging and some friends at the woods

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These tiny fungi growing on a dead twig are only about 5mm in size.

Yesterday it was mild and windy when I left home but as I neared the woods it had completely changed. Clear and cold and completely still. The sunrise is noticeably earlier now, Venus was bright on the horizon and I was looking forward to another great day at the woods. One of my woodland mates was waiting at the gate and we headed into my little patch. As usual we spend a lot of time chatting and laughing about life. Another mate had planned to come too but sadly he’s not very well at the moment.

The main task was to clear up the trees I felled last week. Full of sap still, they are very heavy but we worked well as a team and got the job done in an hour. It takes it’s toll on my aging body but strangely I enjoy it. The fact that I still have the strength to lift and move these heavy things, despite the aches and pains, is somehow satisfying and life affirming. Good honest physical work is good for body and soul.

My pal has acquired a couple of rams skulls – one for me and one for another friend who for some reason was wanting one. Mine will look great fixed at the top of my shelter support pole here, once he’s finished larking about with it.

There was a dead, narrow oak tree where my old shelter stood and I wanted it down for safety and to utilize the remaining tall stump as a leg support for a pole lathe eventually. It really needed two people to get it down without damaging the new shelter. We sawed it by hand and got it down OK. The top part is rotten but the bottom half is sound and dead straight so should be useful for something once I can figure out what!

We wrapped up the day with a short walk over to another neighbouring plot not knowing they were actually there working as well. Haven’t seen them for about a year so it was great to catch up and have a few laughs too. I love meeting other woodland folks, swapping stories and ideas, knowing that you can talk about it as long as you want without risk of them getting bored of it. We are a special tribe.

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