Here we are again, but where is everyone? Only 7
NCVs plus Paul and Catherine were on site at Scott Gate Ash. Angela was at the barn cleaning and marking our new
and used tools with NCV’s signature green paint, an important job so that we can keep track of
all our equipment. Tony and “The Boss” had slumped off to Bryan’s Wood
with some story about a tree! More about
that later.
Meanwhile, back at Scott Gate it was the now
familiar trudge up the steep and slippery slope to the very top where a truck
load of gravel awaited us.
Without much
ado we took up our buckets and spades and began the task of spreading the
gravel on the muddy path. What a
difference, no longer were we sliding down the hill; we now had the making of a
good surface to walk on. Catherine had
brought along a length of pipe which we had hoped to shoot the gravel down, but
alas it was not to be; more gradient was required. So back to plan “A”.
Ruth awaits the first delivery with baited breath, but
the excellent gravel chute idea fails miserably.
Down comes the gravel in buckets - a heavy task.
Ruth gets busy with the rake.
While Catherine set off for a refill we were forced to take a break and build up our strength with flapjack and drinks.
The second truck load took rather longer to empty as the journey with the buckets was lengthening and they seemed to be getting heavier. My arms are definitely longer! After half a truck load lunch was declared. And what a pleasant lunch it was; basking in the sunshine, listening to the birds and bees, conversation around wine and beer and eating lovely cake. (Thank you Catherine).
The team bask in the sunshine ...
The path slowly but surely gets covered by gravel.
The gravelling team did a grand job.
Two more NCVs were kept busy dealing with the aftermath of a fallen beech tree, two large trunks of which had taken up residence in the field next to the wood. We needed to remove as many of the tree branches as we possibly could and put them on the right side of the wall. We developed a system by which Tony worked to put a continuing stream of brash into the wood and I worked to move it into a brash pile. I felt like King Canute trying to turn back the tide. It was relentless. Luckily for us there was a cake delivery from the Scott Gate crew at 3pm when Paul arrived to assess the situation. There was still a long way to go by the time we quit working at 4pm. A man with a chain saw is needed!
How the mighty are fallen. A sad sight indeed.
The remaining pieces of tree are likely to fall soon.
A sea of wood to be cleared in every direction.
Tony got busy in the field cutting ...
... and throwing the pieces over the wall.
Ros tried to keep up, cutting and stacking.
Things were starting to look a lot better by the end of the day.
Ros E.
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