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Low life

The joy of showing my grandson how to wield an axe

Oscar would have been just the sort of bloke a 19th-century mill owner looked for

18 January 2014

9:00 AM

18 January 2014

9:00 AM

Until a fortnight ago there was a healthy, graceful, 70ft-specimen of Eucalyptus dalrympleana — or mountain gum — in the garden. Now there isn’t. Or rather, the remains of the trunk and branches are lying in sections on the ground. To knock a few quid off the tree surgeon’s bill, I’d grandiosely told them not to bother reducing the trunk and major branches to fire-grate-sized logs.

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