Being prepared

      One of our farmer friends takes his preparations for winter very, very seriously indeed. Once a week throughout the summer he saws and splits logs with an almost religious zeal.
      Already he has a growing pile of small logs in a corner of one of his empty buildings, then in another corner are slightly larger logs on a growing pile and nearest the door a heap of seasoned split pear wood.

      In yet another building is a small mountain of logs that were once a Bramley apple tree, they're bone dry having been seasoning outdoors for eight years or more. This lovely pile is yet to be put on the saw-bed and cut to the preferred length and then split to a manageable size for the fire.
      When we have three feet of snow he'll be well prepared, cosy and warm so he can indulge in one of his favourite past-times, namely making toast in front of the fire. I can already smell the woodsmoke and the toast. Be prepared as someone once said.
      Log envy? Me? Never.