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It's never dull at La Singlarie, there is never a 'oh I don't know what to do' moment. Especially with farmer J around. The trees that feel over the winter in the fields which were collected and left by our poly tunnel have now been chopped with the help of an amazing machine we now have access to  (owned by the Najac farming co - operative). It sliced through the logs like cheese, farmer J is chief cutter and I chief stacker, however the chief cutter could not stop interfering with my stacking. Every year I have a lesson in how to stack, paying attention to ends and the bits in-between.

Once all stacked you would think all was done but no up in the woods two years ago chestnut trees were cut for posts with an amazing amount of wood being cut, the posts were stacked up their waiting while their was a huge amount of wood piled up that was not suitable for posts with some left where it fell to be sorted later. Well that later is now, the posts have been brought down ready to be pointed (for another job soon) as well as some of the bits too wonky/ big/small/ not right for posts. Today cutting started with the chainsaw and stacked while another pile has been started of logs too big that need to cut with the machine (saving farmer J's joints and back) when he can get access to it.

So far my log plies have not fallen down. We have strong winds forecasted tonight - tomorrow could be a job for re-stacking but then hopefully not.

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