Occasional tedious ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Friday, 27 May 2011
My visit to the sawmill
Today we went to a sawmill and I saw a big machine cut up trees into planks all on its own, only there was a man with a computer telling it what to do and we got the wood for Chertsey's gunnels and cants and on the way back we saw a great big hare and it was awesome.
With apologies to Sebastian, aged three and a half.