The end of last week we had the tree surgeon in. We have slowly been getting all the hedges laid around the property and we just have one bit left at the higher side of the property. Originally this would of been a Devon hedge and as it has a stone facing to it, it is quite an old hedge.
When we bought the property the hedge had been allowed to grow out and we had a couple bits of beech and ash which had grown up very close to the telephone and electric wires, also these very tall bits were hanging over the road. So we thought it safer to get in a local tree surgeon, who also is a friend of my husband, David.
The trees are down and it is now for David, me and the children to convert them into logs that can fit in our solid fuel burning stove, which our heating and hot water comes from.
Next is to start laying the hedge. There is still a lot of wood to come out of the hedge, but small enough that we can fell them without taking out everyone's phone or electric.
My maternal Grandfather was a thatcher and during the winter months he laid hedges and managed woodland for farmers which enabled him to restock with spars that are made from hazel, willow or ash and are used to hold the thatch in place.
Making spars and twisting them without breaking them is not as easy as it may seem and most thatchers these days buy them in from specialist makers of them.
Although we have no thatchers in the family now, my Mum's brother (My Uncle) passed the trade on to an apprentice, who is still thatching in the area today and he in turn has two thatchers that thatch in this area that he has trained.
The children came home from school on Thursday to see the trees down and since then have been enjoying making dens and having adventures with the trees each day. We have started stripping the trees to get at the wood for logs. The children were not so keen in losing their play den, but we reminded them that it is not long before Bonfire night and the work rate picked up. As we say in Devon, "It's good to get two yets (heat) off your wood."
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.