I don't consider my self greedy in respect of most things, but I would really appreciate any of the following.
Another few hours ( say ten ) per day- this would be most helpful, enabling me to complete a few more jobs. Amongst the most pressing are time to write my blog, keep in touch with good friends, pick more soft fruit, do a bit of house work ( not too much time needed for this), tackle all the weeds, ( I am beginning to wonder whether the previous owners spread them all around deliberately ),file and catalogue all my photos, finish my patchwork quilt. I guess you get the idea...... I feel very lucky to have so many things to be excited about.
A spare arm and hand to throw the ball for Ruby would save me an aching elbow and make my work in the garden a little more productive.
Obediant chickens , that did not view any new planting as a Macdonalds for chickens. I am sure they know what they should not eat, we have caught them sneaking into the poly tunnel, grabbing a mouth ful of lettuce and making a mad dash for the door.
A cake baking fairy would be useful.. I think I will bake loafs and cakes and freeze them so that you can all be impressed when you come to visit and get home baked cake( if David and I dont eat them all )
A washing up fairy to help the cake fairy would be great.... made be we could have a colony of helpful fairies living in the rather beautiful all piggery, guess we would have to change the name to the fairy glen, cant imagine that fairies would like to give thier address as The Piggery, Llaingof.
Back to my favorite subject... a man to finish the fencing and gates.... there must have been an epidemic of deaths in South Wales as Brian the grave digger/fencing man has not been seem for weeks... Grrrrrr.
Somebody or something else for the horse fly sort beasties to bite.
A garden expert who could identify all the beautiful flowers in the garden, most of which I have never seen.I think the solution to the problem might be to take photos of all the flowers and then in the winter I can look through the books and identify them. A garden helper for a couple of days would be great. There are huge clumps of perinneals which need splitting, but time is short and we seem to be in the veggie garden all the time.
I need more will power to stop myself eating the peas as I am shelling them. Seem to start off with a huge bowl of peas to shell, and at the end of the exercise all have to show for my efforts might be two handfuld of peas and a full tummy. Then it seems a pity to dirty a pot for such a small amount of peas, so I eat them as well. ( Piggy )
Someone to help with picking, washing and sorting all the fruit before I freeze it. ( sounds like a job for another fairy.... maybe for the fruity tuity fairy ) We are still picking black currants, have about 12kg in the deep freeze and probably still another simular amount to pick . I enjoy picking the friut, tend to do it in the evening after dinner. It is so beautiful and peaceful outside, and the heat of the day has passed.
Maybe the fruity Tuity Fairy could help remove sticky labels from jam jars in her spare time. I think the manufacturers of goodies in bottles should be made to use water soluable glue only.
All sounds like a lot to want, so maybe i am more greedy than I thought.
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Sunday, 26 June 2011
Currants here, currants there, but not a volt to be seen
We have been very fortunate to inherit six lovely black currant bushes and five healthy thorny gooseberry bushes. Well, the poor old blackcurrant bushes did not have any mulch or fertilizer, so we were not expecting them to do a lot this year. As usual we were wrong !!Pleasantly wrong, they are absolutely laden, and all the berries are ripening well. The west end of the fruit bushes have been ripening for a week or so and now the eastern side is catching up. We had some good rainfall last week, about two inches over the week, and the fruits have swollen beautifully. This afternoon I set to picking some of the fruits, and managed about four kilograms in four hours, by the way that's about four thousand berries. Any way, half have been washed, boiled with some water and are now on their way through the jelly bag. My plan is to make blackcurrant jelly tomorrow. The other half might well find their way into the deep freeze to join the other four kilograms I picked last week and the five kilograms of gooseberries. Seems like I will be looking for another deep freeze soon. I have had a go at making gooseberry jam, and might try some blackcurrant jam tomorrow if there is time . LOL.I think one of the winter jobs will have to be removing labels from old jam jars. That will be on days that I am really struggling to find something to do. Right now, I can not imagine having one of those days for a long long time. Mum always told us as kids that if you were bored it was because you were to stupid to think of something to do. So far I haven't been bored for about fifty years.
Thursday, 23 June 2011
What have we been up to in the past two weeks ???
Once again, the days are just running away with us.In brief here's what has been going on at Llaingof in the past two weeks.
The chickens have been playing chicken with me. They wait until I am busy, then dash into the poly tunnel, grab a mouthful of lettuce and dash out again. I am pretty sure they understand " Humba", though maybe not quite the urgency of the occasion.
The days of the week must still be muddled up, our 4x4 Hilux was due to be delivered on Tuesday, its now Thursday, and still no sign of it.Must be being delivered by the same company as Mattress Next Day.
I have found out that some of the local men ( not David, he knows that I would reap revenge with his credit card) call the patchwork class the " Stitch and Bitch Session ". Luckily I don't know any one well enough and am not sure who knows who, and who is related, so I only join in the stitch part of the class.
David and I have thrown the ball at least 200 times a day each for Ruby, she still has more energy, so now gives the ball to any one visiting, even Brian the fence man.I think I am even getting repetative strain injury in my elbow, or i am a sissy.
We have realised our security system ( the dogs ) are useless, as on Tuesday, David and I were both home all day, indoors as it was a bit damp outside, and Brian managed to enter our fields from one of the gates down the lane, pull out some gate posts, collect a new gate ( from near the house ) and install it, and we never heard a thing.
Gooseberry bushes are very prickly, and gooseberries taste much nicer cooked into a jam rather than eaten raw.
Baby nettle plants still have a BIG sting. Thistles are very resilient, in face indestructible.
The single parsnip plant I have been nursing along for a whole month is actually a weed, and I have probably pulled out any parsnips that grew mistaking them for weeds.
We have had a visit from a very dear friend of mine, formally from Rhodesia. We had a wonderful evening remembering all the fun we had in by gone days in Bulawayo. I have just remembered that the caravan park in Bulawayo had an outdoor black and white televsion, which we loved to watch, usually in our pjs. Come again soon Jenny and Ray.
I have contemplated world matters and decided that we would all do a lot better to just mind out own business and enjoy what we have.
We have been surprised at how easy every body else sees the solution to our plumbing problems. ( a long sad story, but lets just say I did not find having the lounge flooded twice in one week as amusing as some people did) We have decided to put in two en suite bathrooms in the old cottage, with a view to possibly using them as B and B rooms later on.Problems that we fore see include drilling through the 2 foot thick walls so we can have proper plumbing, and trying to avoid digging up any part of the old house floors/ foundations to put in drains. We have had two architects/ surveyor sort people around too look at what we could do, and they both reckon the job will be quite easy.. we shall see,first things first, drawings and proposals to be submitted to the local council. David could do these, but it is a right bummer of a job as nothing is square. We have spent two days measuring every aspect of every room in the cottage, and doing all sorts of calculations with measurements ( David not me, I always thought geometry was difficult at school, and so far it hasn't changed for me ). Now we have to do the same on the outside and then David will be able to calculate the actual thickness of the walls .. or something like that.
Today I have had my hair cut for the first time in six months .. I just seem to have been to busy, but enjoyed having it sorted out today. Looks like the hair salon is the hub of the village in Velindre. In my 45 minute visit today I learned quite a lot from the hairdresser , Kate and her mother Gerty. They were trying to persuade me to have an all over spray tan as well. I was trying to explain politely that I am usually covered in so much dirt mud, you wouldn't notice whether i had a tan or not. Anyway, I could just imagine them having a laugh when I left, saying something like" you should see that new women from Penboyr, shes got lumps and bumps all over the place " I was also less than impressed when the apprentice hairdresser asked me how many grandchildren I have. Cheeky monkey.Anyway Kate did a good job, and I enjoyed the chit chat, so will probably be back for another cut.
I had a turn at playing Cake Fairy. Our friend Teressa ( from two doors down) was walking past with her dogs the other evening, and mentioned that she had been unexpectedly invited to an open house the next day. Once she had walked the dogs, she was going to have to go and bake a cake to take . Seeing as I had just taken two fruitcakes out of the oven I popped one in a cake tin and left it on her doorstep with a note that it was from the cake fairy. At least that saved us having to eat that one as well.
The chickens are laying really well, must be all the greens they steal, between sixteen to twenty eggs a week. Seeing as I actually do not eat eggs, I am having to try and give them away, or bake with them. I have even had a go at making creme brulee for David. Hope it tastes OK, it used plenty of eggs. I have also had a crack at lemon curd, which was rather nice, but does not have a long shelf life.
We have added comfrey leaves to the water butts, apparently this makes a great liquid fertilser, for free. It seems to makes the plants grow, but goodness it smells unpleasant.
We have some butternut and melon and squash plants growing in the poly tunnel, and they seem to grow before your eyes. Heaven knows if we have left enough room between the plants.
At present, the weeds are winning.They seem to sprout before your eyes, but it is very pleasant sitting pulling them up, and making a nice big pile. Makes me feel like I have worked really hard, when actually its just an excuse to sit in the sunshine and enjoy all that is around us. I have been trying to make myself wear gloves to work in the garden, as my poor hands always look such a mess, but it just does not feel right. I like putting my hands in the warm crumbly soil. So guess my hands will continue to look like they are doing hard labour. They are happy hands.
I have been having a go at pieced patchwork, which requires a great deal of accuracy, in cutting out the pieces, sewing them very acurately with a quarter inch seam, and a lot of fiddling around. Needless to say I have not got on very well with the technique, i am too slap dash, so will have to go back to doing things by hand and using a technique that I enjoy. The ladies at the sewing group were quite intrugued with my 20 year old sewing machine, which has held me in good stead. they are trying to convince me that I now need computerised sewing machine. they have each let me have a turn on their wizzy models, which are certainly Ferrari compared to my Morris Minor,but I actually enjoy sewing by hand. No doubt they will think I am really very strange. Oh well, I am foreign.
Well its almost midnight, so I had better be off to bed before I turn into a pumpkin. Night night.
The chickens have been playing chicken with me. They wait until I am busy, then dash into the poly tunnel, grab a mouthful of lettuce and dash out again. I am pretty sure they understand " Humba", though maybe not quite the urgency of the occasion.
The days of the week must still be muddled up, our 4x4 Hilux was due to be delivered on Tuesday, its now Thursday, and still no sign of it.Must be being delivered by the same company as Mattress Next Day.
I have found out that some of the local men ( not David, he knows that I would reap revenge with his credit card) call the patchwork class the " Stitch and Bitch Session ". Luckily I don't know any one well enough and am not sure who knows who, and who is related, so I only join in the stitch part of the class.
David and I have thrown the ball at least 200 times a day each for Ruby, she still has more energy, so now gives the ball to any one visiting, even Brian the fence man.I think I am even getting repetative strain injury in my elbow, or i am a sissy.
We have realised our security system ( the dogs ) are useless, as on Tuesday, David and I were both home all day, indoors as it was a bit damp outside, and Brian managed to enter our fields from one of the gates down the lane, pull out some gate posts, collect a new gate ( from near the house ) and install it, and we never heard a thing.
Gooseberry bushes are very prickly, and gooseberries taste much nicer cooked into a jam rather than eaten raw.
Baby nettle plants still have a BIG sting. Thistles are very resilient, in face indestructible.
The single parsnip plant I have been nursing along for a whole month is actually a weed, and I have probably pulled out any parsnips that grew mistaking them for weeds.
We have had a visit from a very dear friend of mine, formally from Rhodesia. We had a wonderful evening remembering all the fun we had in by gone days in Bulawayo. I have just remembered that the caravan park in Bulawayo had an outdoor black and white televsion, which we loved to watch, usually in our pjs. Come again soon Jenny and Ray.
I have contemplated world matters and decided that we would all do a lot better to just mind out own business and enjoy what we have.
We have been surprised at how easy every body else sees the solution to our plumbing problems. ( a long sad story, but lets just say I did not find having the lounge flooded twice in one week as amusing as some people did) We have decided to put in two en suite bathrooms in the old cottage, with a view to possibly using them as B and B rooms later on.Problems that we fore see include drilling through the 2 foot thick walls so we can have proper plumbing, and trying to avoid digging up any part of the old house floors/ foundations to put in drains. We have had two architects/ surveyor sort people around too look at what we could do, and they both reckon the job will be quite easy.. we shall see,first things first, drawings and proposals to be submitted to the local council. David could do these, but it is a right bummer of a job as nothing is square. We have spent two days measuring every aspect of every room in the cottage, and doing all sorts of calculations with measurements ( David not me, I always thought geometry was difficult at school, and so far it hasn't changed for me ). Now we have to do the same on the outside and then David will be able to calculate the actual thickness of the walls .. or something like that.
Today I have had my hair cut for the first time in six months .. I just seem to have been to busy, but enjoyed having it sorted out today. Looks like the hair salon is the hub of the village in Velindre. In my 45 minute visit today I learned quite a lot from the hairdresser , Kate and her mother Gerty. They were trying to persuade me to have an all over spray tan as well. I was trying to explain politely that I am usually covered in so much dirt mud, you wouldn't notice whether i had a tan or not. Anyway, I could just imagine them having a laugh when I left, saying something like" you should see that new women from Penboyr, shes got lumps and bumps all over the place " I was also less than impressed when the apprentice hairdresser asked me how many grandchildren I have. Cheeky monkey.Anyway Kate did a good job, and I enjoyed the chit chat, so will probably be back for another cut.
I had a turn at playing Cake Fairy. Our friend Teressa ( from two doors down) was walking past with her dogs the other evening, and mentioned that she had been unexpectedly invited to an open house the next day. Once she had walked the dogs, she was going to have to go and bake a cake to take . Seeing as I had just taken two fruitcakes out of the oven I popped one in a cake tin and left it on her doorstep with a note that it was from the cake fairy. At least that saved us having to eat that one as well.
The chickens are laying really well, must be all the greens they steal, between sixteen to twenty eggs a week. Seeing as I actually do not eat eggs, I am having to try and give them away, or bake with them. I have even had a go at making creme brulee for David. Hope it tastes OK, it used plenty of eggs. I have also had a crack at lemon curd, which was rather nice, but does not have a long shelf life.
We have added comfrey leaves to the water butts, apparently this makes a great liquid fertilser, for free. It seems to makes the plants grow, but goodness it smells unpleasant.
We have some butternut and melon and squash plants growing in the poly tunnel, and they seem to grow before your eyes. Heaven knows if we have left enough room between the plants.
At present, the weeds are winning.They seem to sprout before your eyes, but it is very pleasant sitting pulling them up, and making a nice big pile. Makes me feel like I have worked really hard, when actually its just an excuse to sit in the sunshine and enjoy all that is around us. I have been trying to make myself wear gloves to work in the garden, as my poor hands always look such a mess, but it just does not feel right. I like putting my hands in the warm crumbly soil. So guess my hands will continue to look like they are doing hard labour. They are happy hands.
I have been having a go at pieced patchwork, which requires a great deal of accuracy, in cutting out the pieces, sewing them very acurately with a quarter inch seam, and a lot of fiddling around. Needless to say I have not got on very well with the technique, i am too slap dash, so will have to go back to doing things by hand and using a technique that I enjoy. The ladies at the sewing group were quite intrugued with my 20 year old sewing machine, which has held me in good stead. they are trying to convince me that I now need computerised sewing machine. they have each let me have a turn on their wizzy models, which are certainly Ferrari compared to my Morris Minor,but I actually enjoy sewing by hand. No doubt they will think I am really very strange. Oh well, I am foreign.
Well its almost midnight, so I had better be off to bed before I turn into a pumpkin. Night night.
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Mattress next day.... part two.
Now I know that Wales is on a different time zone to the rest of the world, but even so I still find it hard to believe that you order from Mattress next day on Tuesday, and the bed arrives on Monday, so have I got the order of the days wrong ?? I always thought Wednesday follwed Tuesday, but it appears that I am wrong. I did write a very factual letter to the compnays customer service manager, but needless to say so far there has been no reply. What a surprise. Well its not much use wasting any more time on Mattress next day, apart from to cross their name out of the address book.
Slow but sure, the fencing saga.
Brian arrived two weeks ago to "do the fence", but I knew it was too good to be true. He managed to do about a quarter of the job, them had to rush off on urgent business... grave digging. Well I'm not sure how many graves or haw big they were, but it took him 12 days before he turned up again. The fencing is looking good but is still not complete.He has had to cut down a lot of overhanging tree branches to knock the fence posts in, so we have plenty of wood in the fields that will need chopping up and bringing in to be stored for winter. I doubt David will be letting me have a go with the chain saw, but that's OK with me. Interestingly, the sheep have been eating the greenery off the chopped down branches, which is great, as it reduces the bulk that will need to be moved a lot.
Today, Tuesday, Brian arrived again with all his toys ie chain saw, digger, dumper truck, fence post banger thingy, all smiles, as if he was here just yesterday, instead of 12 days ago. When he had finished doing the bit of fencing he was working on, we realised the sheep had been fenced into a field with no access to their water. David soon got them all marching across the vegetable patch filed, following him and his food bucket. Daisy was quite surprised to see twenty five sheep trooping through the field, and decided she must be seeing things, so took herself back to the house for a rest.
The sheep are now back on the same side of the fields with access to their water, and the gates are tied up very firmly. They might have thought that the veggie patch looked tasty, but that's as near as they are going to get. We will have to see if tomorrow brings another wonder in the form of Brian and his magnificent machines.
Today, Tuesday, Brian arrived again with all his toys ie chain saw, digger, dumper truck, fence post banger thingy, all smiles, as if he was here just yesterday, instead of 12 days ago. When he had finished doing the bit of fencing he was working on, we realised the sheep had been fenced into a field with no access to their water. David soon got them all marching across the vegetable patch filed, following him and his food bucket. Daisy was quite surprised to see twenty five sheep trooping through the field, and decided she must be seeing things, so took herself back to the house for a rest.
The sheep are now back on the same side of the fields with access to their water, and the gates are tied up very firmly. They might have thought that the veggie patch looked tasty, but that's as near as they are going to get. We will have to see if tomorrow brings another wonder in the form of Brian and his magnificent machines.
A spot or two
We woke on Sunday morning to a wet, grey cloudy outlook. For the first time since we have been at Llaingof, it rained non stop all day and we recorded one whole inch in 24 hours. Bliss, the garden and the farmers really needed the water, and David and I had a nice indoor day. It seems criminal to stay in doors and do some of the necessary chores when the sun is shining, so we managed to do a little catching up on the really boring things. As soon as the rain stopped we were out for a breathe of fresh air.I find it more tiring to be indoors than outdoors doing some manual labour out doors.
The gardens and veggie patch look nice and fresh after their wash. I felt sorry for the sheep, who were shorn last week and were out in the fields in the rain. They didn't seem to mind though.
We have three huge water butts, which each feed into the next one, and they were overflowing in no time at all, so we might have to think about increasing the number. I would like to have them a bit nearer the poly tunnel, which is using a lot of water at present, but for now walking to and fro with the watering cans about 20 times a day is doing me a lot of good in the waist line department.
The gardens and veggie patch look nice and fresh after their wash. I felt sorry for the sheep, who were shorn last week and were out in the fields in the rain. They didn't seem to mind though.
We have three huge water butts, which each feed into the next one, and they were overflowing in no time at all, so we might have to think about increasing the number. I would like to have them a bit nearer the poly tunnel, which is using a lot of water at present, but for now walking to and fro with the watering cans about 20 times a day is doing me a lot of good in the waist line department.
Sunday, 5 June 2011
100 days looms on the horizon
Tomorrow, June 6th, we have been at Llaingof for 100 very happy, busy days. I guess although we feel that things are moving along slowly, actually we have managed to do quite a lot, though there is plenty more to do. In the veg garden we have about 200 onions, 50 leeks, 12 tomato plants, seven different types of potato, peppers, radishes, strawberries, melons, cucumbers, butternut squash, lettuce, parsley, courgettes, broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, Brussels sprouts, celery, so if everything carries on growing well, the wind in Penboyr could be rising. We have yet to start on developing the house,guess that will come later in the year when the weather is not so good.
The golden girls ( chickens) have settled in well, and are keen to help with any digging or gardening that needs doing, or doesn't need doing, they are still willing to help. Most of the day they are free range in one of our fields, but every now and then they get returned to their arc when they are being over enthusiastic with offers of help. They follow me at a cracking pace when I shake their Quality Street tin ( full of corn) and are quite easy to get back into their pen. To my amazement they patiently wait for their turn to lay an egg. There is only one nesting box, and during the morning we will suddenly see one of the hens hurrying back to the arc, and dashing up the stairs to the nesting box. All goes quiet for a while, and then, when the deed has been done, the chicken really does announce it to the world with a lot of cackling and " look what Ive done " noises. Then that chicken returns to the garden, and shortly one of the others will head off to repeat the ritual. Most days we get two eggs , and about every fourth day we get three, so I am kept busy thinking of what to do with all these lovely eggs. Approximatrely twice a week we have a double yolker, which is always a nice surprise. I can now turn out a very tasty lemon curd and can always think of another cake to bake, and of course eat. I will have to watch the waist line.
This week I have seen some unusual sights. Ruby the dog trying to climb the stairs into the chickens sleeping quarters ( I think she gets worried when one of her friends dissapears for a while. ) I have also seem ruby eat the sheep food, the sheep chasing Daisy the cat out of their field, Daisy eating the bird seed, and the chickens eating my beans ( pests) I have also seem the chickens peck hopefully at the Quailiy Street tin when I have not yet put it away. Maud, Davids favorite sheep is now so tame that she stands still for David to give her a good scratch, just like a dog. Im not sure that sheep can smile, but if they can Maud does. Her fleece is about six inches thick, and looks a right mess on the outside where she has got a little wet, then rolled in the dry sand in the field. I sure dont fancy a jumper made from anything that comes off her back, though no doubt the fleece will look a lot better when it has had a wash and brush up.
The other strange site i have seem is Brian, actually doing some of the fencing, hopefully he will not have too many graves to dig this week and can get on with the gates etc. He has cut down quite a few overhanging branches from trees which he felt would potentially damage the new fence. I was surprised to see the sheep stripping the branches of all greenery. We will have plenty of fire wood to chop up and add to out wood store( which needs a jolly good sort out ). Wood is usually stored for at least a year before it is put into the wood burner, and if it can season for 2 years thats even better. Even managing the wood store requires a bit of thought. Apart from being kept as dry as possible, it is useful to stack the wood in year piles so you can use them in rotatio.The logs also need to be cut to a size that will actually fit in the log burner, and they usually need spiltting, otherwise the fire will just go out when you chuck a big log on.My goodness, never thought there would be so much to know about firewood.
The golden girls ( chickens) have settled in well, and are keen to help with any digging or gardening that needs doing, or doesn't need doing, they are still willing to help. Most of the day they are free range in one of our fields, but every now and then they get returned to their arc when they are being over enthusiastic with offers of help. They follow me at a cracking pace when I shake their Quality Street tin ( full of corn) and are quite easy to get back into their pen. To my amazement they patiently wait for their turn to lay an egg. There is only one nesting box, and during the morning we will suddenly see one of the hens hurrying back to the arc, and dashing up the stairs to the nesting box. All goes quiet for a while, and then, when the deed has been done, the chicken really does announce it to the world with a lot of cackling and " look what Ive done " noises. Then that chicken returns to the garden, and shortly one of the others will head off to repeat the ritual. Most days we get two eggs , and about every fourth day we get three, so I am kept busy thinking of what to do with all these lovely eggs. Approximatrely twice a week we have a double yolker, which is always a nice surprise. I can now turn out a very tasty lemon curd and can always think of another cake to bake, and of course eat. I will have to watch the waist line.
This week I have seen some unusual sights. Ruby the dog trying to climb the stairs into the chickens sleeping quarters ( I think she gets worried when one of her friends dissapears for a while. ) I have also seem ruby eat the sheep food, the sheep chasing Daisy the cat out of their field, Daisy eating the bird seed, and the chickens eating my beans ( pests) I have also seem the chickens peck hopefully at the Quailiy Street tin when I have not yet put it away. Maud, Davids favorite sheep is now so tame that she stands still for David to give her a good scratch, just like a dog. Im not sure that sheep can smile, but if they can Maud does. Her fleece is about six inches thick, and looks a right mess on the outside where she has got a little wet, then rolled in the dry sand in the field. I sure dont fancy a jumper made from anything that comes off her back, though no doubt the fleece will look a lot better when it has had a wash and brush up.
The other strange site i have seem is Brian, actually doing some of the fencing, hopefully he will not have too many graves to dig this week and can get on with the gates etc. He has cut down quite a few overhanging branches from trees which he felt would potentially damage the new fence. I was surprised to see the sheep stripping the branches of all greenery. We will have plenty of fire wood to chop up and add to out wood store( which needs a jolly good sort out ). Wood is usually stored for at least a year before it is put into the wood burner, and if it can season for 2 years thats even better. Even managing the wood store requires a bit of thought. Apart from being kept as dry as possible, it is useful to stack the wood in year piles so you can use them in rotatio.The logs also need to be cut to a size that will actually fit in the log burner, and they usually need spiltting, otherwise the fire will just go out when you chuck a big log on.My goodness, never thought there would be so much to know about firewood.
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