Chop chop

off to the Doc's for an MOT today (over 40? get the blood tests done) - on my way into work Monochrome texted me with the location of a stump.

Slap bang in the middle of George Street.

Saw and bag in hand I soon had it in the office (and a few strange looks from people too). However at lunchtime we headed into the new town with Skinny Piggy to witness the carnage of stumpless trees. It looked like an efficient military operation with no stump left behind. I attacked a suitable tree trunk for a chunky log (to much clicking of shutters from mono and SP). On our way back up the hill (and after narrowly avoiding a talking to from the police for being in posession of a folding saw) we spied a grand tree, stumpless obviously. On closer inspection we spied the stump cunningly hidden under the branches...

One Ikea bag, one 20+ kg log and the invaluable help of skinny piggy got it back to the office. It really is the mother of all stumps!

And to make it even better, another colleague noticed two stumps at the back of the office, which are now in my posession. total for today?

4 stumps and one big log.

Result!