There you are wandering along with the two Jack Russells and all is well with the world and then, in your peripheral vision, you see it. A log store to covet and I did, in fact I am still coveting this log store.
A waterproof roof, open sides to let the wind blow through and dry and season your wood and, worst of all, mountains of wood to be sawn, split and stacked. That sight brought the old green-eyed monster back I can tell you.
It's looking like the summer project is to build a log store and fill it, a bigger log store than this one then I can invite them round for a beer and casually give it a bit of 'mine's bigger than yours'.
I refuse to be outdone, it's a matter of pride.