Log splitting is a pink job….

 in this household at any rate.  It may be that log stacking is a blue job and therefore there is a rare kit management delegation for this particular task.  I get confused.  Still one load is split, transported and stacked at home.







If we can get another 4 or 5 done then we may well have broken the back of the woodpile at the MiL’s.  I don’t fancy our chances.  One tomorrow, one Monday, both fully stacked at home is a definite possibility.  S is back at work Tuesday which will result in a significant slow down.  Am not keen on spending New Year’s Day log splitting, not least, as I am due in the office on Friday 2 January 2026 so wheels will be rolling by 6am.  We also have loose plans for friends coming round.  Still if I can get a slightly disordered pile under a tarpaulin at the MiL’s Tuesday and Wednesday then, hopefully, we can get them home and stacked over the weekend.  3 loads split may, therefore, be the realistic target before the fearsome machine goes back to the hire company on 2 January.








There will still be much to do.  Storms at the start of the year saw a few trees come down at the MiL’s and after tree surgeons got them on the ground safely, S with the MiL’s gardener spent a week getting them logged and under tarpaulins.  We had a long weekend of log splitting in early summer we didn’t really make that much by way of inroads hence this inter Christmas/New Year push.   I fear there will be a silver tarpaulin heap at the side of the MiL’s lawn well into 2026!




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