I probably shouldn’t have chosen that heading given the recent events in this corner of the world. However, about a fortnight ago it seems someone flicked a switch from ‘summer’ to ‘autumn’. Suddenly there’s a chill in the morning air and in the evenings, the jumpers are going on a bit earlier - it’s time to stock up the wood shed.
Generally I collect my firewood from various sources, in trailer lengths, or in lengths I can manage to lift into the trailer, right throughout the year.
The lengths are cut into firebox size on the saw horse and then split. The green wood is stacked into cris-cross piles for air drying for a season – I haven’t lived much of my life in a timber town without picking up 1 or 2 clues. These stacks are sometimes in species order too, as some are fast burning, and some burn more slowly.
The wood is transferred to the wood shed – an old finch aviary, (there wouldn’t be many wood sheds that are lined and insulated, hey?).
From there, it goes into the wheelbarrow that stays at the back door, or into the wood box beside the fire. Our house is well insulated and it only takes a small fire to warm it and its occupants.