F is for...

Frosty firewood faggots!

I nearly blipped these last week, but realised that I could save them for my 'F is for' blip. Gary's done a great job chopping them all up, ready for a summer of barbeques apparently.

Our next door neighbours were having a tree chopped down in their back garden the other week, so we asked them to chop a bit off one of our trees too - didn't take long but left our garden full of tree branches. I was just pleased that it saved Gary climbing up the tree with his chain saw to lop bits off - I do get a bit nervous!