Viorel steers horse Carina up the hill after delivering my life-saving firewood. Chivu and Vladut wave goodbye as they head home
Nelu and Dragos render dry wood into soba-sized logs
The yawningly empty woodshed now has a growing heap of logs to fill it for the winter
Another golden heap of beech and birch logs delivered from up the hill by Viorel and Chivu
My fabulous neighbours… Tica came down earlier to tell me that she and her husband Chivu have two cubic metres of dry wood that they could let me have; Viorel, the neighbour between us, has some green wood, and (pictured) has just helped Chivu deliver the first lot. Meanwhile, downhill neighbours Nelu and his son Dragos were chopping the remaining logs from last year to a length suitable for my wood-burning stoves.
What was beginning to look like a very chilly winter indeed – due to idiotic legislation and weak forestry management – has turned warm from kindness as all my neighbours band together to supply me with fuel.