Let me sleep. I’ve heard of head lice – but head mice?
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Someone’s got to supervise I suppose.
A perfect spring day brought out fourteen members – plus one child and one wife – who set to work clearing several fallen trees that were preventing the farmer putting his cattle out to graze on the now verdant pastures. Chainsaws were buzzing like bumblebees stirring from their hibernation; handsaws were slicing through the smaller branches; once sturdy but now dying trunks cracked and fell as the tug-o-war team heaved on the hawser. No doubt good old Health and Safety would have had a field day but, despite some near misses, we all survived and no limbs were severed. Alastair was like a man possessed as he chainsawed his way through all before him – timber that is. I think he would still be going now if the petrol had lasted. Pierre was everywhere, sawing, fencing and catering. I think he’s got a lorry load of “Franks” to use up. So it’s thanks to all who turned up and, by doing so, enhancing the club’s reputation. And thanks to Pierre for volunteering our services and thereby bringing us the rarity of new land. Another work party will be needed when the insurance company give the farmer the go ahead to clear his yard which was damaged by fire. He’s not had a good time recently having suffered the ravages of storm and fire.
Andrew.
