Blackbriarwoods

Where is Rubber Duckie Tait? I want an update on the convoy Found him now, looks as if he had fun, great pictures Mr Tait 😎

Always knew you were an old trucker at heart, have fun 🤠

Apologies for my gibberish in your thread JDon, I don't mean any harm

Because if you went and told them that you were only there for the spotted dick and custard, they would revoke your dbs cert.

When's half term?

Another reason I gave up Arb (not being good enough and interaction with customers - I'm not a people person) was, we had a job at a local Centre Parks, they wanted us there at 04:00 (it was summer and daylight) but no saws to be used until 09:00, only hand saws. I would much prefer using a chainsaw to fell as soon as dawn breaks, to dangling 60ft above a lake with a silky saw cutting branches and every time you look down you see perfectly working saws sitting in the back of the truck.

I'm getting there, numbers 3,4,7,10 and 12 are embedded, Number 6 might explain my attendance in the Arbtalk morning register thread

Can;t start earlier, have to gently ease into the day, like getting into a bath that's nice and hot

Afternoon, I can confirm we had both a morning and weather here this morning

Hope your plan goes better than the ones I make

Somewhere, about now, it's morning. I just live in the wrong place

3 dimension chopsticks at seventy foot. Good luck

Yeah but.....

Working today and heard Baker Street playing near by, got home and dug up these, I'd not heard them for a while.

Here again, late again, bovvered, nope

Back again I'm just like that annoying relative that turns up just when you thought he was dead

Don't apologise for being late, that's as bad as admitting it. Do what I do, ignore the time and just turn up when you want 😁

Look at me, here before midday 😇

Most of the companies/organisations I've worked for had a zero tolerance policy on drugs, with random drugs and alcohol testing carried out, if caught straight dismissal

Lol, ok. I have worked with a couple of climbers that made the job look as if they were born to do it. I could have dangled off a rope for decades and still never been able to work that smoothly, hence why I did what I enjoyed most, felling

Some are magnificent, worked with a few prima donnas as well. Had a determined bloke walk in to find one of the cutters (not me) and serve some papers on him. Bloke could still be walking around in there somewhere, fairly sure he never found who he was looking for.

Why I never went further into arb, I must of been doing everything wrong, I just ended up with cramp and discomfort rather than char and biccies

Worked for one boss, he had been a feller both in Australia and then back here. He'd been there and done that, knew how hard people worked by walking around the sites and looking at what and how things had been done. If you worked hard he would pay lovely bonuses and would back you to hell and back if you had upset anyone just by doing what had been asked of you. He loved it when the managers went back and told what they thought was wrong or what could be improved. Never did it in front of us, but would take a trip with the manager to the work site and ask them to show him what they meant. Most had never run a saw and were managers only in name (more public relations than man/job managers) and spent most of the time smooth talking and keeping land owners/customers happy. Saw him crease up with laughter one day, we were on break (later than set time due to wanting to finish a block before bait time). Him and a newish manager walked up to site and new bloke stuck his finger on the exhaust of a saw, not near it, but fully onto it. Impressive noise he made but not much sympathy went his direction. I enjoyed every minute working for him and really appreciated the faith he had in us. Very fair boss and paid well for work done well.