The other day a storm passed over our town packing destructive winds. Now I did not give it much thought as we are quite used to land gales. There is a reason we have all our roof tiles tied to the roof frame.
Came home in the afternoon to be confronted by Hubby wearing a cheshire grin. He declared that from now on our luck can only get better. Oh God, what has happened I thought. Turns out our rather large Gum tree down the back decided to give up the ghost. No.2 son said he just heard a crack and down it came. Now, when Gum trees come down, they usually hit something, like your house. Hubby was right, our luck has to improve as it managed not to hit fencing, neighbours property or destroy the chook palace. Our friend now has some extra wood for next winter.
|Only pushed the trailer to the ground.|
|Start of the clean up|
More next post.