One of the trees in our back garden keeled over in the high winds about a month ago.
I decide to saw up the tree for the exercise, and also to save some of our kitty money for bigger things I can’t do (repairing the roof, getting a new fence put in).
Found an ex-student to take the sawn-up sections as she has a wood-burning stove. After a few shopping trolley loads, her partner Andrew said they’re running out of storage space. And it’s still a few more months to winter.
Asked him if he could find anyone to take the rest, as otherwise they’d get chipped, which would be a shame: for people with stoves to go and buy the wood, and my wood just getting chipped up. I know, I know, they’d get used in flower beds and all that, but still, why not burn them for the heat and save some money? We'd need to pay for people to take them away, and for the chipping service, anyway, as the council will only take small garden waste (leaves and twigs), not tree trunks.
Andrew came back and said he’d found a taker. Surname of Wood!
In the meantime, I’d approached ex-neighbours who’d moved out to a houseboat. Yes, they do have a wood-burning stove, and would be happy to take the wood. They’re moored in Kingston-on-Thames at the moment, so I looked up the map to see how to get from Kingston train station to their boat. Turn right, out of the station: Wood Street!
Went yesterday. Walked to the river, couldn’t find their boat, so sat down to text them. Looked up and saw that I was sitting right opposite Woody’s Bar & Kitchen.
How spooky is that!?!?
(London, 2020)
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