Be The Jam

I think I have gone soft. Over the weekend I build a wall for the shelter, fixed the roof, made a chair, a table two clothes pegs, washed up, washed some clothes made a bow and arrow, sharpened my knives and cooked a lot of food. At one point, dare I admit this? At one point I even swept the floor free from debris so that there was a nice tidy, albeit mud, floor, I realised at this point that sweeping the floor of a forest is a step too far and replaced the twigs, leaves and the like made a cup of tea and relaxed some more on the chair.

It all started with the wall which was woven from coppiced hazel rods, you might have seen hurdles, fences and the like made like this. If you have you will have in your mind a picture that bears little resemblance to the wall that I made. It appears that there is a knack to it. The good thing is that the wall is roughly the same size as my bed so it could be used as such as it is moveable. I gave it a go but found it to be much more lumpy than the ground even so opted to keep the thing as a wall. The chair, fell apart after a day but it was nice whilst it lasted, I felt very superior sat up rather than on the ground. The table started off life as a chair but having had the first one disintegrate under me I now use it to put things on only. Neither the bow nor the arrow operated as one would expect of such thing favouring instead to respectively; twang inconsequently and, fly sideways. Both are now part of the table.