oldwoodcutter

That’s the usual heavy handed display of authority which would have even made John The Baptist lose his rag, but in my humble I would not go and raise hell at your local cop shop because as we all know, they can be very vindictive, and more than likely if you do, they will hone in on you in the future with enthusiasm. I sold an old van to a couple of rough diamonds who paid cash, and they didn’t inform dvla they’d got it. Also I think they gave me a bogus name n address as new keeper. A few weeks later it was abandoned near the sandringham estate. Needless to say Lily Law came calling as they’d used it for ill gotten gains and mine was the last genuine name on the V5. They cleared off eventually, but were mildly inconvenienced by the new mrs oldwoodcutter who told them that if they were going to be walking on her carpet they’d better take their size 12 boots off on the doorstep, which they did.

Dead double stemmed birch selected for felling

Twin stemmed dead birch selected for felling, with big white fungi growing on both stems.

Whilst in a FC beech shelter belt, came across this rather impressive burr. Compartment north of Dead Man’s Plantation, Cockley Cley.

That youngsters felling has certainly brought the tree huggers out, sorry I mean the stump huggers, wonder who’s having the firewood?

I’ve got to the stage where I’m not sitting in the cold of an evening. Switched on the North Seas finest yesterday and got it on now. I don’t want my epitaph to read “ made a few quid, wouldn’t spend it, sadly died of the cold”

Josh has nailed it there. Mrs oldwoodcutter from my previous life, was a soft touch for neighbours and so called friends who , it seemed to me, would wait for us to leave the yard of a morning,then come calling to borrow and take everything from ladders,hedgers, tripods, old saws laying under benches, to sets of drain rods. Many had more money than me living in houses 3 times the value of mine. I used to have nightmares of them following her across the yard to open the sheds, and do them a good turn by offering anything they may spot. Despite my best efforts to deter her from those acts of charity, she believed she was doing the christian thing. I would only find out something had gone when I couldn’t find it, and then had to locate the borrower and go and retrieve it, often,same as you might say, shagged out. The new mrs oldwoodcutter simply opens the door and says you’ll have to come back later and speak to Tim about that,and of course the scroungers and freeloaders are never seen again.

Not just building sites , but quarries, and factory yards have banned rigger boots due to previous, and potential claims for twisted ankles and long term sick notes from employees.

Good evenin, im still waking up every morning . . . which is a bonus.

You’ll be hard pressed to find any firm who will hire you a 661 Tom, even Ben Burgess don’t hire saws out now. If you do find one they will want £1500 into their account up front,repayable upon return of saw in same condition as hired. Just pay a local cutter to come and do it for you.

Micks hit the nail on the head there, either personally supervise the work, or do it yourself with a labourer to help you, or have a turn on it. We all know as soon as you go underground anything can happen.

Buying the so called goodwill and the euphemistically titled ‘customer base’ off a domestic/ little bit of commercial tree firm that’s throwing in the towel is akin to drawing that hard earned out of your savings account and wiping your arse with it. By all means cherry pick any of their assets that are not worn out, lashed together, or been welded on the hurry up on a Friday night, but that’s about it.

If you’re going to be standing behind a petrol hedge cutter, even a long reach, all day use Aspen or similar, as that exhaust is right next to what you’re breathing in. And they are all so viby, using it bare handed for hours at a time will damage your nerves irrevocably in later life. For overgrown runs of connie topping think of a price and double it.

Rumour has it he pruned it to ground level. . . . for firewood

Yes the so called modern term of ghosting is really bad this year, no matter how well you thought your people skills were performing on the site visit, and confidence of getting the work in , that’s it you’re left in limbo. The old trick of calling them 3 weeks later yields little fruit either. And the amount of chippers, tippers, saws ,climbing kits ,and whole companies ( including ‘goodwill’) up and down the country are coming onto my screen almost as often as lost cats, stolen dogs, and invitations to claim thousands from being sold a diesel car way back when.

If it turns out to be the neighbours, he may generously offer it to you ‘for the wood’ as long as you get it all cleared up 👍

Unless you’ve got scales on your axles they prefer to deliver to you, with a weigh bill, that way there’s no argument

Yes the term cordwood is seldom heard in the forest nowadays, images of an old age pensioner standing all day behind a circular saw bench in some bleak wind lashed yard spring to mind, often belted off a fordson major. It’s referred to as green sawlog ( dead straight), or red sawlog (bit knotty but quite straight) now. Whitewood can mean different things to different people, from softwood like spruce to hardwood like sycamore. Roundwood is usually any kind of trunkwood.

A friend of mines Raptor just gone back for Ford to deal with, 6 months old and chassis is as rusty as an old horseshoe.

The way you tell the men to do things also counts for a lot, could you just, or would you mind, not barking orders balling and shouting, effing and blinding all day like a regimental sergeant major. If someone cocks up don’t have a go at him in front of everyone, take him to one side and have a word . And I always try to thank everyone at the end of the day, to try and show some level of appreciation if they’ve been slogging their guts out all day for you. Its also good practice to get everyone together at the start of the job, particularly a big one, with a plan of action, and don’t forget the youngest member of the team- on more than one occasion they have chipped in with a good idea, which when you’re in the thick of it thinking about a million things at once even the boss can overlook something silly on occasion.

It used to be ok to pour paraffin in a horses ear if it wouldn’t stand up, but I wouldn’t recommend it nowadays, unless you want your name all over the local press, and a hefty fine and about 500 hrs community service .

Not something you see everyday, sycamore and Scot’s pine welded together, dead man’s plantation, cockley cley.

Rather unfortunately for you, tree climbers are climbing over themselves in Norfolk at the moment trying to get a day or two a week at best, subbing to tree firms. You can blame the government, or brexit or Liz Truss, but bulging order books and climber shortages are a thing of the past.

When my mate ran a petrol station he’d often remark to me about the difference between the volume of petrol put in at the depot, and how that would shrink by a staggering amount on hot days when being put into his storage tanks, which of course he had to pay up front for.