It felt good though, like I was doing my bit for sustainability. The kindling was from an old pallet I'd had lying around and the logs were from my tree that the neighbours had to cut down to build their conservatory. No spending required, just a bit of grafting.
Out there in the garden, hacking away next to my recently shifted shed, on the patio slabs I put down, I felt like Tom from the Good Life. All I needed was a couple of chickens and a vegetable patch.
They will have to wait until I get a bigger garden.
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