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Woodchopping


I enjoy watching the woodchopping but it takes a longish time to set up and is all done in mere minutes -- so a lot of hanging about involved. A useful skiill ... we're heating the house by wood fire now the gas and electricity prices have gone stratospheric.

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  1. Ooo lovely Australian images. That second one is a corker!

    Expect the cost of a load of wood to rise commensurately until it sits neatly beneath the cost of the other two.

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  2. I always worry they might miss the wood and chop their foot off aghh!!

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  3. I always love the woodchopping when I see it at the Easter Show, but it's good to get more up close here.

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  4. I'm so pleased to have found your blog, its wonderful! I live in Rylstone and can't emphasize how much I love it. The show is always wonderful. The best bit is the day before when we're all madly setting up. It's bedlam! x

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  5. I always enjoyed watching this event. Those axes are so sharp. Great shots. Who will be chopping your wood?

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  6. I wonder how often you have to sharpen an ax like that. I'm sure the wood dulls it quickly.

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  7. Diane, a good question. I will reveal the answer on Burnbrae Journal someday soon.

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  8. The woodchop is thrilling to watch... but, oh, that axe gets so close to their feet.

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