Arnold is no longer simply 'the wonderful Arnold' but 'the
wonderful, eagle-eyed Arnold'. Amongst all the leafless trees
around, he spotted an oak that was dead, dangerously dead. Of
course, sod's law – la loi de l'emmerdement maximum' –
dictated that this particular tree had grown on the bank of the
Black Pond in the Woods, the roadside bank. The road is a
departmental one with heavy, fast traffic at breakfast, lunch and
dinner times.
The metre or so wide roadside bank of the Black Pond is mostly
ditch with some poor clay either side and it drops steeply towards
the water. It is not the most stable of banks. Oh, and there is sheep
fencing in the middle, to keep the sheep in and mushroom thieves out.
The ditch is cleared twice yearly
by the departement d'equipement's
services. A tractor equipped with bucket for digging out the
accumulated rubbish and armed with a brasher for cutting back scrub
growth of all kinds, proceeds slowly along. It is shadowed by a
largish truck with flashing lights announcing debroussaillage
driven by a half asleep man in yellow visibility garments. It is the
kind of combination one always meets
just on a right hand bend....We remind ourselves we are deeply
grateful for the work for, as far as we know, the Black Pond is
mostly filled by rain from the road side ditches. (It might have a
spring, we are not sure.)
Of course the dead tree is leaning
slightly and, of course, it is our responsabilité
civile to make sure it does not
fall onto the road, or onto any cars using the road. So it has to be
dealt with quite soon.
Fortunately Arnold had pointed out the dead tree to me just as the
gardener who had dealt with the dead elm and the dying willow was
back to deal with the stumps. So JP and I, with M. Bernard went to
look at the problem from the woodside where the Black Pond has a wide
bank with a number of trees, created when it was last dredged. The
dead tree is about sixteen or so metres high. In order to bring it
down safely a large number of its branches will first have to be cut
off. This means some agile person, plus chain saw, will have to shin
up the tree. Then a rope will have to be attached to the tree and
to a heavy tractor on the ground to make sure the tree falls in the
right direction - not on the road.
M. Bernard started talking about
light weight carp fishing boats, to get to the tree, then making the
tree fall across the
Black Pond and then pulling it onto the larger woodside bank with his
Chrysler camping car. Only that bank is about three metres higher
than the surrounding land. My eyes closed and I began to think,
no, no and no. The last person to take a boat into the Black Pond
was Harry when the intake valve of the irrigation system had got
blocked (tadpoles). There is no jetty to reach the water in the
Black Pond, the depth of the mud is horrendous. No, no and no. We
need a tree doctor, not a gardener. It needs to be done on the
roadside, with flashing red triangles and impressive trucks to guide
its fall. The cost will be quite another matter.
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