It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

Russell The Log

Saturday morning wood delivery from Russell, our village log man.

This was at 10.30am. he had already milked a herd of cows and chopped our truck load of logs by hand, because his hydraulic cutter is broken.
After throwing a complete load of logs over our garden wall, helped by lawnmower man, he headed home for breakfast.

(He said he felt a bit tired.)

Large is better.

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