On Tuesday, I went to visit John Marshall near Charroux in the Charente.
As John had arrived only the Friday before, and was still getting the house 'opened up' for the summer, I borrowed John B's strimmer and we set to work on the garden.
Having done that, we then got out the big boy's toy and did a supply of logs for the fire.
Remarkably, we finished both jobs without either of us bleeding. That probably means we didn't do it properly. Mind you, with a chainsaw I don't think you just bleed, I think you end up with a Long John Silver wooden leg.