Monday, 2 August 2010

La Vie Française, no. 2



It’s been a while and many things have happened but I’ll pick out this one for your interest. We have an enclosed stove in our main sitting room - look at the second picture in the post for December 2009. It is wood-burning only and at the start we were able to use the copious quantities of old wood taken out of the house as the reconstruction work proceeded. I acquired a chain-saw and cut it up into usable pieces, not an easy process as the majority of this wood is very old, and therefore very hard, oak. But it burns hot and slow and so is ideal for the stove. But of course there is a limited supply of it and it became apparent in autumn that we might run out in the course of winter. So I bought a supply of mixed oak and beech from a local supplier in the village and that has been sufficient; indeed we do have some wood left over for next winter.

At the beginning of this year a note came round from the Mairie - parish council in equivalent British terms - inviting residents to express an interest in taking wood from the local “fôret communale”. I went to the Mairie and said that I would like to have ten cubic metres of wood. I was then telephoned and invited to a meeting one Saturday morning to discuss and decide the allocation. In due course an ‘interesting’ meeting took place in which all the bids for wood were read out to the assembled interested people and then a discussion ensued. Most of us had asked for amounts between 10 and 15 cubic metres, but two people (I think that they are related in some way) had asked for 25. This caused considerable irritation amounting almost to anger as the view was that they wanted that amount for commercial purposes rather than personal use. Remember this was all conducted in rapid and highly accented French straining my capacity to understand to the very limit. The end result after much wrangling was that everyone had their requests met except the two with ‘excessive’ demands who were told that they could have only 15.


And then off we went to local woods to be told where we could cut down the trees. As I am not as well equipped as all the locals who tend to have all the kit I was pointed in the direction of a particular part of the fôret where it would be easier for me to cut the trees and get the wood out to our house. I was also shown that the trees that could be cut down were marked in a particular way.

Knowing that the trees would need to be cut before the onset of Spring, apparently there is a wish not to disturb nesting wildlife, I immediately set to work to cut down trees. I do have some experience of tree-felling as I have had to remove some trees in various gardens over the years. But that is not quite the same as cutting trees down in a wood. The first attempt led to the tree falling against another tree and refusing to budge until I had cut several lengths from the bottom, in effect felling it many times over. Much hilarity for my on-looking companion.

However, I did get the hang of ensuring that trees fell as I wanted most of the time. Only once did a tree fall in completely the wrong direction and in so doing fell partly across a road. Fortunately no traffic was passing and I was able to cut away the offending braches and clear up before anything did pass by. As each tree was cut I also cut it into lengths which could be moved and put into our trailer and then taken to our field.

But this would have taken a very long time were it not for our neighbour kindly telling us that he would use his tractor and trailer to do the transporting.
With all the wood back in our field the next step was to cut it to suitable lengths and split it, if necessary, to make it usable in the fire. Simple to say but what a task! Much chain-sawing and axe work to accomplish this plus it all needed to be stacked neatly in order to leave it to weather and be suitable for burning.

The pictures above show aspects of the process which I have to say would not really be worthwhile were it not for the fact that the one resource we do have in abundance is time. And at the end of it we have now 12 cubic metres of cut wood which cost approximately a seventh of what we would have to pay to acquire commercially, so perhaps it was worth doing. As for next year ……

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