I’m off tomorrow to meet the founders of a new charity called Sylva, which aims to promote the economic development of woodlands and forests. I think it’s a bit like Woodland Heritage, but with wider aims. We’ll tell you more in the next issue of Living Woods, which is out at the end of April.
My trip next week to my shack in Normandy is developing nicely, mainly because we’ll have so much to do. My mate, David, who is joining me for a festival of felling and general hilarity, has advised me to bring a second chainsaw, just in case my beloved Stihl breaks down. I’ve put it in for a service anyway, which contradicts my normal edict not to service anything until it fails, based on the observation that machines tend to pack up just after they’ve been given some care and attention. If it’s working, leave well alone, I say. Instead of getting hold of another chainsaw I rang the Sheffield sawmakers, Thomas Flinn, and asked if we could borrow a 4ft, two-man crosscut saw for a week to fell some trees and cut up some firewood. It arrived the other day, and is a terrifying object. I can’t wait to see David’s face when I show it to him. He has legs that could kickstart a jumbo jet, and arms that can stop the Titanic, so it could be an interesting experience sharing a saw with him.
We’ll probably have to declare it to customs before we embark on the ferry though at Portsmouth. Last time I went over there I forgot I was carrying an air rifle, and got a bit of a ticking off from customs who said I had to stow it in the hold. Previously we went over there once during one of the fuel strikes in the UK and France. We weren’t sure if we’d be able to get petrol in France, so I stored an army jerry can of petrol in the boot. I wasn’t sure this was legal, in fact I suspected it was not, to I also added a decoy 5litre carry-can of petrol where it could be seen. When, sure enough, the customs asked if we were carrying petrol I was able, with hand on heart, to say, “Yes, we’ve got this 5 litre can.” They forced us to empty it. And then, when we got stopped again by customs, I was able to say that we’d just emptied 5 litres of fine fuel into the tank of some lucky taxi driver’s cab. Ironically, there were no problems in France, and we ended up bringing the jerry can back to Britain, still full of juice! Did the nice French officials care? Not a jot!
So this trip to the shack will feature some cutting and felling. But I also want to take an inverter and a large 12v battery to see what we can charge. I love it at the shack, with no electricity and just candlelight, but life is made easier with some power, especially as David has great plans to watch the box sets of the two great Ashes series, in 1981 and 2005, I think. We’ll also be taking a Tormek T3 wetstone grinder with us, because I’m told you can use one of those from an inverter. Of course we’ll have a generator, if all else fails, but they’re noisier, and we’ll have to play our music even louder to cover that racket. I’m taking my drums and David his guitar, I hope, so we should have some good jams of an evening, over a few beers (probably!), some wine and great laughs. Can’t wait.