I don't normally use much beech, but when I saw this tree fallen over, I had to offer to clear it up. Shame to see it go just for firewood.
The corner of a Devon field; my office for a day or three. Drop the root ball back in the hole; so the cows don't fall in.
This tortured soul was screaming, "let me out", "I want to be furniture".
Some straight sections to be milled.
And some lovely curves; someday benches or maybe internal framing braces.
It's not oak, but that's ok.
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