Stacked

Had an amble up the granite cross route a few days after that little pine forest had been cut down (see previous posting). As I neared the previously forested area, I heard the rumbling of a big diesel engine. Sounded like the lumberjack man was back in action. Put Sprocket on his lead and approached with caution. Rounded the bend and came across a couple of huge timber stacks. Then looked down the valley to see the massive timber truck swinging trunks around like matchsticks. Fascinating to watch. Strange to think that just one man in a giant vehicle can flatten and clear a forest in just a couple of days. Must be quite a specialised job though. So many buttons and levers to push and pull in order to operate the crane, cutter and dangler. I suppose the next job will be to cart the logs off in one of those huge timber lorries. Amazes me how these vehicles manage to get through the tight lane by the church. Then, I presume, the forest gets re-planted. And the whole exercise gets repeated in about thirty or forty years' time.