Wood, Sweat and Manual Labour

After working my brain throughout the week I've always enjoyed letting my muscles take over the work at the weekend. It used to be at the stables, in my teens right the way through to my mid twenties. Spending time out of doors working hands and legs and back and heart with physical tasks gave my mind, usually so taken up with school work (both as a student and a teacher) a chance to wander while my body took on the repetitive, familiar tasks of sweeping the yard, mucking out and bedding down stables, leading young riders and filling up hay nets.

These days I don't have such a regular outlet for this physical need, save for treading the footpaths and fields around home. So, this weekend, faced with a huge pile of logs taking up half of the drive way, I rejoiced in the change to spend a beautiful afternoon shifting them to a more permanent home.

As the cat chased the last of the afternoon sunshine down the garden, I moved load after load in our 8 gallon trug (now missing one handle), first to the log store that Sam built over the summer, which filled before I'd really made a dent in the pile. Then to the old stone outhouse and finally, with that full to bursting, to just outside the back door with the last few.

And of course a few of them made it inside and onto the fire this evening.

Hope you're enjoying your weekend as much as I am.
S. x