A Traditional Christmas #8
The Unadventurous Traveller Life ticked along pretty well in France, I worked, whilst Dale had plenty of projects to get along with. The children made many friends at school and had so much space to play, bounce (on the trampoline), hide (and seek) and keep chickens. Summer and all the fun and farming that brought gave way to autumn, with beautiful walks along the riverbank, in the woodlands, and discovering new seemingly ‘undiscovered’ treasures of places nearby. Autumn also meant we had to start thinking seriously about the approaching winter, which to me meant getting wood ready (Dale had been preparing for this since spring it was only me that started to think about it!). Our friend Francis, the farmer just up the road, had given to us a small coppice with about 15-20 mature ash trees back in the spring, if Dale could cut down the trees, we could have them. This was perfect as we wanted the wood and Dale had a chainsaw etc to do the work. So he set about cutting the trees down...