About half a mile further on the Gorse fox was alerted by this sign. It was clear that Health and Safety were at work, and care would be needed. Gorse Fox had never appreciated the danger from dead trees before. He stopped and took stock. Would his natural jungle craft (learnt from the Swift Annual 1958) see him through?
He approached the dangerous stack, Swiss army knife gripped in one hand. Slowly he edged passed. He was alert for any movement, ready to whittle any attacking log down to matchsticks. He need not have worried, this stack was evidently sleeping and GF's silent progress had failed to wake it.You may scoff at this, but a little further on the Gorse Fox could hear volleys of gunfire. He concluded this must be some Sussex variation of a safari, hunting down these errant trees.
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