And then there is our chestnut forest.
Oh boy. Trying to reclaim these acres of chestnuts on the steep terraces above our house which have been neglected for about fifty years takes some sorting.
We often go up in winter for an afternoon of wood work.
By sort out, I mean to select the ones that are the most suitable for chipping. And then pile them up. Grab a large tarpaulin, and drag them down the hill.
But the view from this forest is so marvellous, you can take lots of breaks and enjoy the snow on the hills of the mountains all around.
And it takes your mind off the huge loads of sticks you are dragging through the snow.