Chainsaws on Sunday

After a peaceful and enjoyable service at church I passed by one of the fallen trees in the nearby neighbourhood. The sound of the chainsaw was very intrusive for a Sunday morning.

At least they had found someone to get the work done as the demand will be high. On my afternoon walk with the dog, I saw, in a local green, one tree on a road and another in the centre at an acute angle. With a young girl sitting in the branches reading. She had clearly been able just to climb up the trunk.