The satisfaction of a good chop

I love chopping up wood for the fire, that feeling of satisfaction when it's all split into handy little logs, or in the case of the kindling here, sticks.

It must be the primitive side of me coming out, but give me a tree to chop up or a pallet to take apart and I'm quite happily occupied in my own little world for a good couple of hours.

As I'm chopping, I'm transported to a log cabin somewhere in the woods, living off the very nature that is all around me. The lumberjack effect. You should try it - keeps you warm.