« It’s a carnage, they stripped me » – Liberation

This piece of forest of Wassy, ​​in Haute-Marne, Hubert Voirot knows him by heart. While he was « High as three apples », He was already walking this plot with his father to find mushroom corners. He loved slalom between his majestic oaks over 30 meters high. He even ended up buying these 0.7 are, the equivalent of a football field, just over twenty years ago. Fifteen other hectares around will also follow. « The savings of a life » For this former worker, almost septuagenous. « It’s a bit like buying a house that we can bequeath later, he observes. I wanted to transmit it to my nephews. Or if not, I thought to sell to pay my retirement home. « 

But this house is today « Camped », amputee « From its most beautiful jewelry ». « It’s a carnage, they stripped me », Describes Hubert Voirot, tears in ambush. The twenty octogenarian oaks of this plot has given way to strains still covered with sawdust. Here, one was truncated, but « Les Porsors » seem to have forgotten it. There, half -cut trees still hold. They were beheaded by the unsupervised cup of their fellows. Further on, whole bark sections have been torn off by the passage of a decline, a bulky vehicle used to transport the cut trees.

The flight took place in only forty hours, in early July 2024. Since then, hum