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Up at 6.45 due to a noisy gravel lorry. Tipping another load while I was fast asleep. I'd had a busy night at the fire bucket. Again, this was following salad for dinner. My back aches and I am tilted forwards like an old fart. My hands and wrists hurt too. From overload.
A new picture taken from upstairs. The lighter summit of yesterday's load is just visible behind the new peak. The foothill on the left was last year's DIY effort. Before I had my heart attack. The contractor will remove the steel post with the excavator.
Meanwhile, I have to fell more trees. Then saw them into useful logs for burning. They all have to be cleared before the contractor arrives tomorrow. Because he will be pushing excavated dirt off the bank into the trees. Which is precisely where they are currently lying.
8.00 The third load has been just delivered. I should be looking at 24m^3 of self-stabilizing gravel. He will be holding the granite chippings in his lorry until the weekend. There is nowhere sensible to dump them yet.
8.35 Back from a modest walk. Along the road and then the loop around the parallel drives. I wanted to see how my tree felling looked from across the pasture. I could certainly see my roof far more easily through my binoculars. The view is mostly blocked by the wildly overgrown, plum trees. The dark silhouettes in the background of today's images.
8.50 I had better have morning coffee. Before I start all over again. It is lucky I finally bought a new bar and chain for my DeWalt chainsaw. The old chain would fall off as soon as it was used. The chains were fine. The bar was the the original, worn out and years old. I do not recommend a bayonet saw for tree felling. Or or anything else if you do not have strong hands. The vibrations are awful! Yes, I do know how to use one.
12.00 Back from town. A few more chest pains. Dull, not fierce. I am supposed to call an ambulance if I get chest pains but hate to waste their time. I should just stop pretending I am still an invulnerable teenager. BP 108/73 77bpm. +5m 98/61 69. + 5 min 94/70 69. Low, but nothing too dramatic.
A phone call from the contractor. He is coming this afternoon with a machine. Presumably the excavator. What should I do with the car? I don't want to be trapped in the garden. In case I need to get out in a hurry. I had better park it in front of the abandoned property next door.
16.15 It has suddenly become very dark and breezy. I have parked the car out of the way as planned. The site is now cleared for excavation. Though the felled trees are still on the graveled area. I am loathe to work too hard until I stop getting these chest pains.
Dragging heavy trees around is not light work for anybody. Least of all myself at my age. Not with my present symptoms. The last thing I want is to be sitting in hospital under observation. While all this is going on at home.
The contractor arrived at 20.30 with the excavator on a trailer. He will be coming tomorrow with a skid steer bucket loader.
21.45 Back in from cutting up the felled trees and making a huge stack. Sweating buckets. No chest pain but my hands are aching.
I retrieved the car. He had blocked the drive with the excavator & trailer next to the house. I didn't want my car being visible from the road overnight. I'll move it back again in the morning. Before he arrives with the other machine.
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