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The Witch In Winter

Yesterday was hard work in the wood. Thursday's winds brought down a chunk of sycamore so huge we thought it was an entire tree. Turned out it was just a mahoosive branch weakened by city bark and carrying a lot of ivy. It had come down right on the path, so we had to sort it without delay. The trunk was too big to shift to either side of the path, so three of us spent the whole day with saws, crow bars etc trying to chop and lop until it was light enough to lift. When we realised that this was never going to happen, we surrendered and used axe power.

I am rubbish with an axe. Admittedly I am also rubbish with saws, but given enough time saws will give results. All the axe did at first was bounce back at me alarmingly. I had more luck sitting on the log to add pressure, at which point an audible crack resounded throughout the tree, and the weakened wood cracked entirely. Who needs an axe with an arse like that?

It was cold when I came home, so I dug the remains of one pheasant out of the bin, and left it feathers and all for the foxes. Not a quill was left this morning. Tonight, the other will go out there too.

Creatively I am not quite dead: I made this earlier. Having no delusions of ability I can enjoy it without needing it to be good, a problem I am currently suffering with my writing.

http://smokingboot.tumblr.com/post/69681326570/the-witch-in-winter

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bytepilot
Dec. 13th, 2013 02:11 pm (UTC)
I shall say nothing about your arse.

I shall however smile and look speculative...
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