It's been a winter for trees falling over - so many storms, so much water. Trees can only take so much, and then they snap - literally!
Last week I arrived at work to find that one of the old Plum trees in the meadow had snapped right off, about 10' up:
So where was the top of it? Answer, lying on the ground:
"Oh dear," said my Client, "what shall we do with it?" Knowing that she loves sculpture and used to have several dead tree trunks lying around the meadow, I made the obvious suggestion that we should chop off the small branches, and keep the main thing as a living/decaying piece.
Half an hour, with my trusty bow saw, later:
It's the Tarantula of Doom!
We agreed it would be better to get the bonfire heap burned off first, then move these piles across, otherwise it would make a huge wobbly heap, which might be a little intimidating for the Client's husband, who loves to do the bonfires, but who is always concerned that if it's too big, it might get out of control.
I expect that I'll be asked to reduce the Tarantula in size once we've had a chance to assess it: at present it's a little too big and sprawling, so I anticipate a fair amount of "fettling", to get it into shape.
Although I do think the Tarantula is quite amusing!