By: Blonde Two
Well, to be strictly honest with you, it isn’t my axe, it belongs to Mr Blonde Two. But I did buy it, it was a very special present and is a Granfors Bruks small splitting axe.
I am very honoured that he has allowed me to borrow what is definitely one of his most favourite things. I am under strict orders not to let anyone else play with it, and have had some practice at home.
I don’t usually need to pack an axe to take to Dartmoor; this is good because axes are heavy, it is bad because I love camp fires. In fact, the only thing wrong with a Dartmoor wild camp (apart from the rain, the ice, the wind, the mist and the scary ponies) is that camp fires are forbidden (for very good reasons).
I am looking forward, while we are on Exmoor this week, to revisiting some of my old Scouting skills and doing a bit of camp fire making. Let’s hope I don’t chop my leg off in the process!
Gränsfors Bruk is a name to relish and savour (nb, correct spelling with an s), many steps up from B and Q.
Reading their website I immediately want to make the visit to Sweden and accept their invitation to view.
also known as a maul, from the rugger set-piece: so much more brutal than a scrum – or a mere felling axe – and requiring quite superior style and skills from those electric log splitters one sees ten a penny nowadays. No wonder the gentleman loves his Bruks.