Joey returns victorious from the mountain with his quarry.
Armed only with his wits… and the bluntest/rustiest saw (actually the only saw he could find) Joey braved the unkempt Fynbos and the ever looming threat of Bloomslangs, Cape Cobras and Puffadders (of which we seem to have an unequal distribution) to retrieve the ubiquitous yuletide tree.
Pine trees are not indigenous to the area and are largely regarded as invasive. So I don’t feel bad about removing this one. Probably a 2km round trip. I was actually fairly knackered by the time I got home, not so much because the tree was heavy but more fatigued by constantly having to consider where to step so as not to step on something untoward and highly venomous. My cousins kid got bitten by a BergAdder not far from here. Really, really messed him up.
Ready for Santa Claus. (Basset hound used for scale)