My Hubby likes to tease me. Because I trust him implicitly, I believe what he says. Hence the plumbing episode with the right/left angle bend and exhaust bandage incident.
Walking in the woods today, we noticed that something was missing, or something had changed, or something was different, because our ‘bunny route’ looked very open and exposed.
We had been used to seeing small log piles of rotting wood, and the dog was sometimes curious enough to stick her nose close to a cavity having picked up the scent of a rabbit or squirrel.
So today, when Hubby said it was probably punk wood, I had visions of The Sex Pistols rushing out of the bushes singing a chorus of God save the Queen wielding wooden clubs (actually, I wouldn’t know a Sex Pistol if I saw one, and this is the only song I can remember them singing because it caused such a hoo-ha on release in 1977) .
The definition of “Punk” or “punky wood” is a soft, rotted area, usually in the center of a tree or log.
If I was asked to describe it, I would say the outside bark looked like some animal had been breaking their teeth in on it as they tore it to shreds, and the inner rotting fibres resembled tinned tuna fish flakes.I’d seen rotten wood in timber frames or fencing, but nothing really on this kind of scale. No doubt these discarded and abandoned logs have provided a habitat (and food) for thousands of bugs, ants, and spiders, not to mention what is lurking underneath in unseen burrows or dens (like snakes) .
But I still couldn’t quite put my finger on what was so ‘absent’ from our route today.
There has been no clearance of trees in that area yet, and I cannot recall any shrubbery or ferns that would have died back that much to reveal this void in the landscape.
Perhaps I was simply further along the path than my subconscious thought, or it was because we haven’t walked up that way for about a week, or the fact that we were walking the route ‘in reverse’.
Or maybe, someone had just collected the wood and taken it away for the fire! It would appear that punk wood makes excellent kindling and tinder.
Wonder what you would have done if he had described it as pith wood?
Now that I would have stood a fighting chance with as he’s always taking the pith…… sorry, couldn’t resist (love him to bits)
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