Spoon-carving

F hasn't done this since we have lived in Greece.  Remarkably perhaps, spoon-carving continued more or less right up to when we moved to Greece.  Any time F could get her hands on some fresh wood (to fetch it we used to make furtive trips to woodland places where she had seen trees being felled), there would be a dramatic increase in the supply of wood chips on the garden outside my garage (we're talking Havant here), and F would produce more spoons and ladles.

The fresh chips made excellent fresh smelling 'litter'.  Easy to dig in.  Well, I mean, why go all the way up the garden when there is a deep mulch of fresh wood chips right outside your cat-flap?  I suppose that was good training for having a big tray full of wood pellets in my own private bathroom in our Greek apartment.

Maybe she couldn't get her hands on fresh wood here.  However, as we were leaving Monemvasia in December, she spied what looked like newly delivered pile of olive tree prunings.  They still had some fresh leaves attached.  And she stole one.  I know she took it because she stowed it with me in my backpack - some excuse about hands full of bags.  Rubbish - she just didn't want to be caught with someone's firewood!

Now the balcony is covered in wood-chippings.  She still hasn't sold any, so they are only going to form another part of the clutter around here.

Suggestions?  Anyone?