Coppicing

It must be at least 35 years and probably a great deal more since any coppicing was carried out on this farm.
Today I fought my way through a jungle of very aggressive nettles, slid down a steep bank, jumped a stream and clambered to the pretty inaccessible bit of the woodland to reappraise the old coppice.
I read last night on the Internet that in some parts of southern England sweet chestnut is coppiced and that it makes very fine fencing stakes as the ratio of heartwood to outer wood means it is more resistant to rotting.
Wonderful stuff wood.
In our little piece of wood Paradise I can see only the old stools of coppiced hazel and ash though in a different part of the farm there are magnificent willows which might be able to be brought back into the rotation.
I'd love to live in the wood, learning the craft by trial and error:leave my mobile at home and just have circling, mewing buzzards overhead for company.
I am fired with zeal to make a hurdle and then to make dozens.Not to mention bean canes, fencing stakes and somehow learn to cleave the larger bits for rails.
Youtube is a brilliant and altuistic idea and I've been absorbed in videos of men, often in pouring rain, drilling holes in old logs, hammering in hurdle uprights, weaving whip-like hazel branches and twisting and coaxing round and round to strengthen the structure every six inches.
I'm wondering if it's too late now to restart; maybe the branches are so strong they would not want to regenerate if I cut them, at an angle of 20 degrees. We shall see. I won't be able to resist cutting a few. Afterall, it only takes seven years (for hazel) to see if I've succeeded and a mere 12-15 for ash. I'll be able to weave a few hurdles while I'm waiting for the regrowth.