Er, yes, at some point in the future if we may, I've not even picked a spot yet!
When I saw the pic the first thing I thought of was "gagh!" , as in the Klingon delicacy. The fact that they clean bone up is of great interest. Very subtly herself has taken to pushing the iPad I front of my face with some fancy bone hair pins image on ot and the comment " could you make that ". Note the lack of question mark.
I've dug out the half dozen or so books on self sufficiency we have acquired but only skimmed through ( I think there's more somewhere) and in free moments. There's lots of pics and a assumption of stupidity I find comforting.
T and jnr got in th last of the 50 hawthorn whips just now and Ted was busy discovering that there was a dead, fallen over hawthorn tree under a head height mass of the hated ivy. We are steadily clearing it off and hopefully there will be some sound wood left in the trunk. Which would be handy as while at the carboot ( more of that in the right place) with my head in a ammo can of tools the teen holding my beloved hawthorn stick dropped it, the other tried to lift it while the other big 15 year old jumped on the thinnest point in a attempt to stop him. Crack and a stick I could beat a mammoth to death with is now too short to be any use as a walking stick. I was not a happy bunny but after all it ws only a stick that cost me just timeand some linseed oil.
I let them stew in their own juices before telling them it was a dumb accident but learn from it, no biggy. Still, I really liked that stick, I'll turn the remains into something and make another, more round section one. The oval cross section was always a weakness but needful due to a indent in the wood it was carved down from.
We can now bash on with the digging etc. W'ell get some more whips to fill in where the ivy mound was when its irradicated
ATB
Tom