Kindling

Chopped a load of kindling tonight, ready for lighting the fire while the evenings are still a bit chilly.

My trusty cleaver in the foreground is the same one that I managed to cut my leg with when I was 8, eight stitches and a scar that can still be seen today in the right light.

Before you say "what were his parents doing?"; things were very different all those years ago and kids were allowed a bit more freedom than they are now, at least I was more careful with the circular saw or it might have made typing this journal even more difficult :-)