I've been eyeing up those wee chainsaws....have you tried it ? and if so, how do you rate it ?
I bought a bloody great pile of timber, screws, nails and other bits and pieces as directed by a neighbour who knows about these things. He’s one of those annoying people who can take a thing apart, mend it, put it back together and not have any bits left over - bastard!
He’s now in the process of turning my pile of bonfire parts into a wheelchair ramp so I can get out for the first time in months - as soon as my other Christmas present arrives, a powerchair. So now it’s goodbye to the VW T4 campervan pilot (anybody want a camper?) and hello to another pavement hogging, miserable, grumpy, bloody minded cripple in everybody’s way!
I like him already! What a great character he must’ve been, I’m not sure that I’ve got the testicular requirements for his motorway shortcut though! I’ve had to abandon any hopes of any more fishing - in fresh water at least - as the lake is too far away. However, I live in Brixham and the harbour is only half a mile away so a change from fresh water to salt is on the cards. All I need to do is find somewhere that I can get to. A scouting mission is on the cards, I think!My Uncle drove one of those 'powerchair' things.....get one with big wheels, it goes up and down kerbs.....and it has a forty mile round trip battery.
That was enough to take the old blighter into Glasgow and back home from where his R.C. model boat pond was....it's a long road, so he decided in his 90+ year old wisdom that he could just nip down and take a short cut using the hard shoulder of the motorway for a bit of it
I jest you not, he looked like an eight year old schoolboy who'd been caught by a teacher doing something dangerously stupid when the Polis gave him a lift back home with a flea in his ear. "It was just a couple of miles!", he said, "I wasn't hurting anyone", he said. "It saved me half an hour and cut five miles off the journey", he said.
"Don't do it again!", said the Police man who was as young as the Uncle was when he went to war.
The Uncle became the bane of their lives, because he roped in the Auntie (might have been his Granny? can't mind now, Annie) of their sergeant, and she used one of the wee chairs to nip around too...so they reported every single pavement blockage, and kerb and road problem...and since they were 'senior citizens in distress' the police had to as promptly as possible answer their call.
I bought him a High Viz padded jacket, so at least we had a fighting chance of seeing him on the road ! That workman's jacket was brilliant, it kept him warm and dry and visible even in our sodden wet and cold bit of the world. Worth buying.
It's surprisingly good for small stuff. With a 4" cut length it's never going to chop a tree down. You do need to be careful with it as it's pretty powerful and it can grab the wood, pulling itself away from you so a good firm grip is needed.
I knew someone who caught crabs in Brixham. Alledgedly in the harbour.............
…or in one of the many pubs…
You may need to use different tackle
Hey, you're allowed to drive your scooter to the pub......
It's surprisingly good for small stuff. With a 4" cut length it's never going to chop a tree down. You do need to be careful with it as it's pretty powerful and it can grab the wood, pulling itself away from you so a good firm grip is needed.
I always remember the YouTube guy AvE using one to open cardboard boxes
Now that's a can of worms that you should never have opened
