It was rather windy and wet this Sunday at the end of November. I had a course for a couple of people from Manchester, who went home happy with their fox and badger:
My workshop is almost in the bottom of a steep little valley, or ghyll as we call ’em round here, it is therefore very well sheltered from the Westerly winds, but there was even a breeze coming right into the bottom and blowing the smaok from my fire around rather a lot, but we’d been keeping dry under the tarp.
I was tidying up and starting to make a couple of deer for a customer when there was an almighty cracking and the sound of a massive tree going down in the wind. It was at the back where I have no rear view so I ejected out at the front over the fence. To my dismay a very large bough had been ripped from my favourite oak tree (see above):
There was still creaking and groaning going on. The oak was now weakened and seriously unbalanced. A large hole had appeared in the canopy. Then …
A corresponding limb on the other side came away. The oak tree has now lost its good looks:
Very fortunate that nobody was walking along the path where these tons of oak fell.
What a disaster for the many flora and fauna dependent on this tree, there was quite a dust as the airborne debris fell around me. Some of these:
The Estate have winched the boughs from the path and repaired same. Anyway, I think I’ll be making a few bowls, from little of the timber, the tree is high up on the bank and the timber is being left as deadwood.