A busier Saturday than usual at Old Copse: First thing, opening the gates for Bob, plus Jeep and trailer, to load some cordwood, When he collected some last February he got temporarily bogged down in the mud, but with the dry weather and our track repairs he had no trouble this time. He suggested doing regular felling for us in exchange for some free wood - we're certainly interested in this sort of barter.
Then meeting the neighbours lined up on the road waiting for the Tour of Britain to whizz by Old Copse . After a longish wait, the cyclists were heralded by motorbikes with headlights blazing, and followed by support cars - like the Tour de France, only smaller.
Well, we meant to enter this year - we've got all the gear!
Here they come
And they're gone
All the excitement was over in 10 minutes, and it was back to the wood to meet a contractor for the planned new entrance and track into Old Copse. Then coffee with friends camping in the wood over the weekend. They were using a simple small tarp slung between the trees, open at the sides and front. It looked far preferable to being zipped into an enclosed plastic tent but a trifle chilly perhaps at 5am. We soon set them to work thinning the birch on the ride.
Camping under a tarp
The endless task that is ride-side clearance
Making stakes for tree guards
The rhododendron never gives up, still making an appearance after numerous bonfires on it.
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