this weekend an amazing widswummin fae Kintyre told me that her other half is coring 7 thousand year old hazel stools……first my chest, heart, stomach then brain started tingling with sheer joy and excitement at the thought of it 
here’s me posin wi the strainer posts. Number 6 is in the ground, less fannying aboot, mare contemplation on what wonders I’m gonna find in each hole and hoping some of the hazels we’ve planted for coppice inside the fence zone make it to 7 thousand years old!
