Rate my wood

One man’s junk is another man’s treasure.

I felt a huge rumble and heard what sounded like an old dirt bike. Turned out is was a wood chopper. Right next door to me. This huge pile of unorganised logs were going to get chopped, split and stacked. It was soooo exciting.

See, my brother has a wood burner in England. It is luxurious, an extra, more aesthetic than functional. It does kick out heat, it’s just not necessary with central heating. Only if you live in the middle of no where or own a very old grade listed cottage will you use gas or wood pellets for heat. Well, I helped him with his winter’s supply, 2 half tonne bags barely filled, I carried through to stack up neatly. I will not reveal how much it cost, but enough to make you wince, if you get the good stuff.

The enormous pile staring at me was the good stuff. Even better, the highest quality. Then I noticed nearly every house had these huge piles laying around. Waiting to be stored for the hard winter to come. I was truly shocked, a culture shock I suppose, one of the many I will discover along the way I’m sure.

How one simple thing here, done out of need has turned into a luxury in my Americanised country. Serbia has a way of connecting me to my childhood and reminding me of what is truly important.

Steph x