He goes off and fetches our log of wood in this special side loading fork lift machine thingy (technical term LOL), and then places it on the ground in the wood yard outside.
Each plank is then carefully sorted through, the good ones are kept, and the bad ones are discarded. Its a bit like sorting through a fleece. We just take what we want, rather than buying the whole tree.
We took DS with us this time and DH introduced him to the mysteries of the grain and density of the wood. DH and the wood yard man had deep discussions about the merits of each plank, which made me very confused as it all looked the same to me, but they seemed to understand it all!!
Apparently good wood has a well defined grain, with the rings close together. This means it is very strong.
So we left with about 60 cubic feet of wood to make lots of lovely swifts and nostepinnes, and I was happy to collapse in a pub in the afternoon and relax.
Of course, when the wood is delivered, we have to spend 3 days cutting it into blocks, but I don't have to think about that just now : )