Yonder peasant, who is he

Where and what his dwelling?

We went to see the surgeon this morning and next week the wife is due in for an operation to remove a lipoma. Waiting lists?  They had to telephone the operating theatre and we had a provisional time and date before we left the hospital!!

Here they deliver firewood neatly stacked in a wooden crate which fits nicely into the standard size garage {thanks Napoleon}. We had about an eighth of a two metre high palette left. So, I have added that wood to the log store I built.

I have broken up the palette. It is hard work getting out all the nails. I have four planks to go and then I will chop the container pieces into ~20 cm lengths using the chainsaw. These are easily split with a hand axe and make excellent kindling.

Given the shenanigans concerning energy insecurity I am going to order a new load of logs to go in the garage. They are delivered from a big truck and a geezer on a mini forklift takes the palette off the lorry and plonks it in the garage.

When that arrives we should have enough to heat downstairs until spring comes.

Good King Wenceslas looked out

On the Feast of Stephen

When the snow lay round about

Deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night

Though the frost was cruel

When a poor man came in sight

Gathering winter fuel

—–

Hither, page, and stand by me,

If thou knowst it, telling

Yonder peasant, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence,

Underneath the mountain

Right against the forest fence

By Saint Agnes fountain.

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