Tuesday 31 May 2022

Life's a beech, then you fall over.

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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