page 24 the end is in sight

Page 24

The end is in sight,
Time for the clear up

At last I have finished the hedge row, now the full length of the ditch can be walked down. Absolute bliss, the next thing is to phone the neighbours and get them to clear the larger wood, cut through a few tree trunks, that were a bit too large for me to tackle and that’s the field sorted, for now.

“Heck there is a lot of wood to sort out, best get started” the neighbours are eager.

“If you cut up the bits you want I will start taking the smaller stuff for the bonfire” 

and so I left them to it. After all these weeks of being in the field by myself it was strange having other people with me, nice though. Hearing the chainsaw reminded me of helping dad sawing up the wood for the winter. He always said that wood warmed you twice, once in the gathering and once in the burning. I couldn’t help myself and relayed this to my helpers,

“You know he was right, it’s a cold day but we are getting quite warm” 

I laughed and got on with the clearing. When I had quite a large pile I popped in to see mother and fill my water bottle.

“My foot is really hurting again” mother gets gout which is painful.

“Phone the doctors and get some more tablets to clear it” I suggest.

“No it will get better” this is what I get every time her foot plays her up.

“Is there anything you need doing before I go back out” maybe if I ignore her foot she will do the sensible thing and call the doctors. (Worth a try)

“No I can manage slowly” sounds cruel but I left her to it and went back to the bonfire.

The sun was shining, the birds singing and the sounds of saws filled the air, it was a really peaceful morning. We all worked well, the neighbours cut logs and took them home and I, had a nice big bonfire.

“We have actually filled our wood shed, this is brilliant. We have really enjoyed ourselves its hard work but so relaxing”

“I understand that feeling and I do appreciate your help with clearing up”

“If you get any more wood just give us a shout and we will be over” bless them, I intend to.

Back in the house mother is still feeling sorry for herself, but has she called the doctors, no.

“When are you going to make an appointment for the doctors” I enquire.

“I have already told you, I will wait and see if it clears up by its self” well I am not arguing if that’s what she wants ……….

Over the next few days mothers foot did heal and mother delighted in saying.

“See I knew it would be alright, you youngsters are all too quick at phoning the doctors” 

humph she just has to have the last word.

Till next time


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