31. Timberrrrr...

More trees down yesterday. I used the same tree surgeon as previously and the same method - he climbed the trees and I acted as his 'ground man'.

We got a lot done this way:- felled three sycamores in the orchard (including the massive triple-trunker), and crown-lifted some of the others (all to improve fruit production in years to come!), took down a dangerous silver birch and some branches that all were overhanging the BT wire next to the river.

He's gone home now, but I have about six months work clearing up (and three or four years of wood).

Before...

...and...after...
...the mayhem.

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