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22 Sep

Andrea and Ugo gave me my very own brush axe for my birthday – its a beauty and I  am christening it on this trip to the cottage by working on the paths.

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I like the thought of each path having a name and  some sort of discrete marker by the road so we know where the path begins.  I have started by putting an orange flag tape at the entrance of paths until I find a better marking system.


The paths that I know of are:

The “turtle pond path” (my path), The “long beaver pond path” (Mum and Tim’s path), The “short beaver pond path” and I think there is a path through and around monument hill as well as one into the meadow/scrub behind the bunkhouse.  Hopefully, others will adopt one of the paths and work to keep it open over time.

The Turtle Pond Path – My path

This path takes you from the driveway, through the glade and to the turtle ponds.  Clearing it today involved snipping hundreds of tiny maple seedlings, no more than 6 inches high.  It got me thinking about the possibility of transplanting some of them…

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We have plenty of path-making tools in the shed – clippers and snippers and saws and hatchets and whipper-snippers.  I am thinking of ading a small sycle to the mix.



September 18 – Cutting a swath

2 Oct

Awake to a foggy, foggy but sunny morning.  Chilly too, so I built a robust fire with a few of the logs we cut yesterday.  A little later, I joined Tim and Mum for a steaming cup of earl grey supreme and a thick slice of toasted bakery bread with golden clover honey.


Having decided that creating some strategically place paths will be one of the activities for the MFP, Mum, Tim and I head off toward the beaver pond.  Tim and I were armed with clippers and snippers to start work on access to the farther reaches of the pond.


Tim and I snipped and chopped our way through sharp-needled junipers, grasping blackberry bushes, many-branched maples and plenty of bushy bushes.  What was Mum doing as we sweated and whacked and snipped our way through the underbrush?  Well she was happily ensconced on a rock, yelling things like “it’s lovely here, why don’t you hurry up?” or, apparently thinking we were too doltish to find our way, she’d say  “you just go around the juniper and over the rock and …”.  When we finally cut the path right up to the beaver dam, there she was, just enjoying the view…P1030940

To give Mum credit, she was pretty impressed at our work when we returned along the path we had just cut.

So finally, I actually reached the beaver dam! 


Looks like Monet could have painted here…P1030932

After the sweat-making path work, we had to go back and rest.

After a nap, we tucked in to a clear-the-cupboard dinner of tuna hash, pasta and great lashings of wine – I’m going to have to stop hanging around these two – I go home half sloshed every night!