Stack Wood

High, high up here in the Pyrenees there are: remarkably clean air, staggering views, wonderful castles, perfect constellations of wild flowers, lizards too fast to fully track them and eagles so high their antics give real depth to the valleys. Plus the odd wild boar in your garden at night….

And whenever your walking takes you to a new little village and you sip a tea over-looking the tiny square, every house has its stack of logs in preparation for the winter. This is a place where electricity is often and frequently lost, where the bread van comes just three times a week although ‘La Poste’ is reliable.

The stack of logs is re-assuring: whatever happens you’ll be OK. Keep warm, make soup and catch up on sleep. Of course the logs are being cut and stacked now while the weather is fair; no point waiting until the harsh snows arrive.

Having a great week? Cool: make sure you take time out to stack logs.