Tree-topping day. An hour or two of a tentacular tank-like vehicle waving a blade like a Pearl White circular saw at the crowns of the hundreds of trees lining the property and the track .. an exercise which results in ten or twenty hours of cleaning up. Hulking huge bits of branch and treetop, logs 2-3 metres long and thigh-thick, away from the track and the drive ...
Work has to go on, and the horses have to be trained, and theres no one else about twiddling a thumb, so it's up to yours truly...
Today I am bruised, cut, scratched, scraped from wrist to ankle .. I have jellyish legs and a pain in the .. well, everywhere really .. and I just want to curl up by the fire with Minnie the kitten ..
No chance... ah! a farmer's life...
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