We were able to borrow a truck with a Hiab, (Thanks Jack !) and so were able to load all the lengths onto the truck without too much trouble and provide the neighbours on Seton Avenue with their Saturday morning entertainment.
Here we are, back at home, and Simon is just getting the chain around the last log off the truck.
I'm not sure what we would have done without the equipment we borrowed !
And for the cat people out there, here is a gratuitous shot of Jem and Scout.
They almost look like pals don't they !
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Can almost smell that fresh cut wood. My father was a logger and then logging contractor for most of his working life. My little brother and I spent some happy days picnicing out of the way at "landings" while logging trucks were being loaded. The smell of fresh cut logs still takes me back down memory lane.
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