"He's a Lumberjack..."

...not!
During our morning walk, we came across some logs. As a result of the storms a little while ago, a tree has lost its grip and was leaning over the path. Another woodland walker had taken the trouble to fetch a chainsaw and clear the path to avoid any accidents.
I suspect the cut logs will come to good use during the coming winter, thus saving our friend a little on his heating bill.
Meantime, it took only a couple of seconds to arrange two logs and some kindling to celebrate the fact that I have made it this far in the wondrous land of Blip.
A really good day; great weather, the dog-walkers came for lunch (minus their dogs!) and Euan popped in this afternoon. As ever, he was a wee star.
Tea over, we will be out (yes, again!) shortly to give Rona her last walk of the day.
Midweek, so there is a weekend within sight for all the salary-men and wage slaves among you. Anticipation is a wonderful thing!