AHPP

You blow my mind every time you post this. You sound like a badger asking a dogfighting ring for careers advice. You seem to appreciate quality in other areas of your business. Why not with financial planning? You're at war. Tool up with an accountant.

Electric. You won’t care if it lasts a year. They’re excellent.

Interesting. Tell us more about the Derwentwater project please.

Many are.

A private criminal prosecution?! Or just a civil action like nuisance?

I'm in an apocalyptically bad mood (which is unlikely to improve through the oncoming festival of plastic shit). Is it obvious?

“Always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - for ever.”

I agree.

I think it's a nice tree but at the end of the day it's his tree. My sympathy is with him and anyone else who is told what they can and can't do with their own property. Anyone on here who's happy to see him penalised, I ask you whether you would be happy for other people to tell you what kitchen cupboards you're allowed?

Is it though? Don't give it a legal label if you don't absolutely KNOW that label is correct, especially when doing so might be bad for you. @kevinjohnsonmbe may be able to help you. He's dealt with similar in uncommon detail.

I'm not even clever enough to tag him.

Aspen Bob has posted on here about the legality of fifth wheel towing before.

Did you take down the top triangles or go in between the teeth?

Baumpflege?

Handle before buying. Dad’s Stihl mains electric saw has an uncomfortably fat rear handle. Very tiring to use.

Is the silica dust a problem when in with burning stuff? And can you write more about your career please. It sounds from your posts I’ve seen over the years that you’ve done loads of interesting stuff.

Just a thought. Best of luck with it.

On a slight tangent, I’ve often thought a briquette maker would be a handy thing to have. Yields a product with some shape and structure to it so can burn in conventional log burners (probably easier/cheaper for you to acquire and rig up for a small kiln - unless you’re planning a bigger operation, in which case maybe a dedicated sawdust burner is better for you). One of my plans for my own firewood at home is getting a briquette machine (proper one, auger type, looks like a giant sausage maker) and putting it in the back of a van or box trailer. I’d do a round of local joinery shops, have them dump their (bone dry) dust into my machine hopper and use their electricity to extrude briquettes into the van/trailer. I’d then park the van/trailer near the house door and take them straight to the log basket until the trailer’s empty. No cutting, no splitting, no storage, minimal handling. I think the machines were about two grand when I last daydreamed about it and a 3.5 tonne horsebox would do for the trailer element. They’ve even got front and back doors for loading and unloading.

It may be more than your first machine cost but it will probably be less than the total of the next few machines you buy. Think of it like a section commander having seven men with different jobs working under him.

Mum’s Alsatian pole axed me on a verge once. I stepped round with my right leg out to look behind to see where she was and at that exact moment she was in the process of passing me at full tilt. Right in the side of the knee. Went flying. Probably looked funny. Didn’t feel funny.

You remind me of a bat trainer I did a seminar with once. He delighted in telling us we should have ‘due regard to’ and ‘proper procedures in place for’ ‘PBRs’ and other acronyms he thought made him sound superior. And he delighted himself further by steadfastly avoiding giving straight answers to questions like, “So let’s say that ash might have bats in. Could I cut that chestnut down then?” He didn’t give a fuck about what was right/wrong, good/bad etc. He just wanted to throw confusing and contradictory stuff out there, get paid and be back next year with updated jargon and a bigger bill.

Who was it?

Charfest in Dorset? Men with beards gather and share stories of getting taxpayers to fund economically unviable things. People don't want to buy biochar. They want to buy scratchcards.

Well written. I laughed.

I was only coming on this thread to congratulate whoever posted this incisive piece of social commentary. It shows up on the new posts page with the thread title. Yet more fine work. I should have known the author.