Friday 27 May, 2011 How our logs arrived at dawn in a mist and I saw our house

The MB calls at dawn right after getting news that the logs are in St Peters. I rush down the hill following the MB on his motorized bike, bouncing the garbage and re-cycling in the trunk. Just time to lay it out on the side of the road before the truck, a double, with 100 logs arrives at the turn. I see my house go by. The driver pulls over at the sawing site and sits on top of his pile manipulating a crane. In 15 minutes he's unloaded our logs. Take a look at them. We can do almost everything we need for the house with this pile... The driver gets stuck turning, makes it with backhoe help, then is gone into the mist while we admire his stack... The MB is delighted... We go into St Peter's for more supplies (chain oil, gas, food supplies for the weekend), for a burning permit and to meet Jean-Pierre at the Inn by the Canal bridge. A chat in French, a coffee and a muffin, and we will be back tomorrow to watch the UEFA final in his lounge! The weekend begins after a cleanup at the site, more burning and so we move on.