Last Friday we were hit by a nasty storm, so bad it kept all of us bar Gary and T12 awake. Everyone was a little scared, and rightly so. We had a large fir-tree, situated approximately 2 meters from the house, which was swaying precariously. The storm, being characterised by its wind strength, had already brought one of our fir trees down, narrowly missing the wooden constructed house of our neighbour by inches. It wasn’t out of the question that this fir-tree could also uproot.
After a long, sleepless night, we took the decision the tree had to come down. During the night it had split in two vertically down the middle of the trunk and its swaying was causing the ground underneath to move. Gary spent most of the morning searching for a tree surgeon (most had been called out to other tree related and storm related emergencies) and finally found one who was willing to come in that day, quoting us £500 an hour. Ouch!
In the end he came and took one look at it, said it needed to come down immediately and said he would charge £800 for the whole job. We breathed a sigh of relief. Still costly, but better than five hours at £500 each hour and at least it would be down by night-time. The winds were still strong and I didn’t envy them, going up the tree in order to cut it down.
The tree surgeons got to work and over the course of five hours the tree gradually diminished in size:
So after five hours and £800 pounds we had a huge pile of woodchips (which we needed and had been planning on buying for our garden this summer), and enough wood to heat our home next winter:
So what does one do when faced with so much mess, wood and wood chip? Have a family work day, of course! And that is what we did, which I will post on tomorrow….