Monday morning. Sunshine after days of rain plus hints of spring. A walk to the shops then. We set off down the Cutlins field path, pleased to find it dry underfoot, though we’re pleased too soon: at the path bottom by the kissing gate we find a huge puddle. Ah well. Muddy shoes AGAIN. There are strange sounds too, out on the lane, shattering the peace of the Priory ruins. Chainsaws.
When we reach the Priory Hall (originally a National School that once served Much Wenlock’s poor children, but now is the town’s community centre), this is the sight that greets us. Goodness.
Then we recall the recent planning application. The line of lime trees along the churchyard wall behind the Priory Hall has been scheduled to be taken in hand – three cut down and the remaining ones pruned. Better get a better look then. It’s not often that Much Wenlock provides so much excitement on a Monday morning:
Tish Farrell 
Now THERE’s a job I couldn’t do, under any circumstances.
Nor me! He seemed so at home up there too.
I’m not climbing up there either! I love your images that zoom in on him. Wonderful!
The tree feller seemed absolutely at home in the tree tops. Breathtaking to watch though. Happy you liked these, Patti 🙂
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Ha! There are men (man) in a LOT of trees. Risky business! Just where I want to be with a live chain saw. I hope they (he) never cuts their own rope!
Cutting one’s own cord – yes, that thought crossed my mind as I was watching.
My #3 son does that…climb trees to cut. Scary to watch but sometimes heavy equiptment can’t get close enough.
Definitely scary to watch, but as you say, sometimes the only way to contain the cutting in difficult situations.
It all looks a bit precarious, Tish. I hardly dare look! Poor trees….
I think the pruned ones should leap back into life pretty soon. And it’s a shame some have had to be felled but they probably should never have been planted so close to the retaining wall. But as for precarious – absolutely.
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I also couldn’t do that! But pruning is certainly necessary.
And on the subject of trimming tees.
Two Irish pals on the way home from the pub walk past the gate of an orchard displaying a sign: Tree Fellers Wanted.
A little further on, Paddy turns to Seamus and says: ”Just think, if Mick was with us we could’ve got that job.”
Oooh! Groan and double groan, Ark. Though you did make me smile 🙂
LOL. (Isn’t that a Polish joke turned Irish?) ☘️
Lot of pruning isn’t it?
Absolutely!
WOW. A job well done. I could watch these guys working all day. They are like acrobats at a circus, and so comfortable in their apparatus. Fun post. Donna
PS. If I had known about this career choice in my 20s, I would have been there. Love it.
I love that notion, Donna – Ms Fearless of the treetops.
Hahaha. Ya… in the day. I volunteer with a group of arborists once a year at a National Cemetary . They donate their time, I join them. I’m a ground pounder, helping with the littler things, AND take photos. Amazing work they do. I love this post.
That sounds a very fine piece of volunteering, Donna. Ground pounder – I like that description. It covers my style of gardening!
LOL for all of the excitement! We have guys here that are literally like m monkeys in the trees, hopping between branches and cutting as they go. I swear I cannot watch!! No safety equipment at all. Your guy looks MUCH more professional!! Well done.
Thanks, Tina. And yes our tree feller was really quite an artist with his web of ropes, mpving from tree to tree.
always looks so dramatic afterwards doesn’t it, but within a couple of years they’ll probably be looking fabulous
It did look rather shocking – so many lopped and pruned branches, but yes, I’m sure the trees will come bursting back.
Great action shots Tish! You got close and closer!!
Thanks, Ann.