I came home yesterday to a small pile of fresh ash logs behind the wheelie bin. These are from Linda, a neighbour a few doors down. Some need sawing into 2 so they fit in my stove, but there's a good evening's worth of burning there - and ash is the best wood, and can be burnt fresh rather than waiting for it to season for 2 years.
I am having problems finding a supplier of a load of logs. The supplier for the first winter I had my stove, who I think got the wood from Eastern Europe, disappeared from the telephone book. Last year I had a tree surgeon deliver a load of logs. He was very put out to find a terraced house with a tiny front garden, and no drive to dump the logs in. Though I helped him unload, and it didn't take us very long at all, this year he's not keen, but will ring me if he is in the area. Which is unlikely to coincide with time I can take off work!
Therefore I am relying on Len's offcuts (he's a carpenter living 3 doors up) and bits and pieces like this ash.
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