man of the woods

When I returned from my walk I had to walk right past a huge black bull to reach the gate at the end of our garden. The bull didn't move a muscle (and he had a lot of muscle to move) but just kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I was pleased to reach the gate, though, and hopping over it quite fast I saw D chopping wood not far away. This is the wood which I have to throw up onto the woodpile, the wood which will keep me warm in winters to come :-)

I'm by the fire now, burning logs from the huge copper beech which fell on September 18th 2018, during Storm Ali.