67. Victorian cast iron doorstop,
Woodcutter and his dog.
My father brought this doorstop as a present for our last house where it propped open the sturdy front door so that the children could run in and out to and from the garden.
The doorstop was a good choice of subject matter because we had two copses of trees and cutting wood was a fairly regular occupation. There were a few fine old oak trees, which remained untouched, but quite a number of ash, and these we felled for fuel and also for safety reasons. They had self sown and were too close together, growing tall in their competition for light. I did the roping, to be sure that the tree would fall where intended, and Peter did the cutting.
There is an old saying that wood warms you three times; once in the felling, twice in the stacking and finally when you burn it. Don't I know it!