I’ve recently installed a woodburning stove in my lounge and I totally love it. So when Daniel said:
Doddsy, wood foraging next week?
I said YES! Daniel is a wood foraging pro:
Back in the day when we worked at Changeworks, I dreamed of getting a stove but most people told me it was a bad idea. Most people, but not Daniel. He had a stove and pointed out how easy (and fun) it was to forage for wood in Edinburgh. Four years later and there we were.
My bow saw was a bit smaller than Daniel’s so it took me a bit longer to cut through the logs:
This was the pile we cut between us in less than an hour:
Daniel suggested bringing a wheelie bin but I only had a wheelie suitcase. I filled it just as it started to rain:
I felt proud of the wood we’d chopped as I walked back through the trees:
But when I got to the streets I suddenly felt a little self conscious. Did people assume I lived in the wild and had decided to return home and all of my worldly belongings were logs?
When I got home I started my first log pile, hurrah!:
My arm ached a little but I loved the experience of cutting my own fuel and being outdoors. Thanks to Daniel, I’ll be foraging again soon and next winter I’ll have the pleasure of burning those logs!
Just in case you were wondering, the wood was already dead and lying on the ground, we just cut it into bits.