This morning I became increasingly more aware of just how large the globe of woodworkers is and how small our globe has become with regards to woodworkers connecting with one another. Some months ago I blogged pretty extensively on something I call the Real Woodworking Campaign and many if you signed up insupport of my efforts to repatriate people to the craft of working wood. This was the perspective of working real wood using skilled methods that weren't so much hard but required self discipline
Today I am determined to finish off some things but my wellbeing comes from a range of important things and not just working wood. It’s as important for me to walk the wood as it is to work the wood. Against my better judgement I often discover things I would otherwise miss when I walk instead of work. I am a high-demand person. I demand a lot of myself in a given day. I also have many responsibilities in the day to day of organising our woodworking schools and the work of re-establishing real
More myth and mystery busting.
This question has come up because of the design of the bench. Please remember that this bench is indeed and practical terms equal in fame to or even more recognised than any other European Workbench and was made in greater quantities than any other. It is when all is said and done The Joiner’s Workbench, the one I and hundreds of thousands of other apprentices trained at and then followed through with the preservation of when they built their own workbench as master
Look at these messages I receive. This is the whole reason I do what I do. If you think I am an inspiration, think again. You are my inspiration!
You are helping me very much, You inspire me with your passion to working wood by hand.
After putting the kids to sleep I get down to the basement and start working, conquering my fear of bad result and repeating the words next time will be better.
Thanks you for sharing your huge knowledge and doing it with a smile
A man came in the workshop and said, “I remember woodworking in school. He was 70. The other man says, “Me too.” They talk for a minute and say how much they love the smell, how bad they were at woodworking and how much they loved it. They talk about their woodworking teacher and remember every wart of personality in him and then say, “those were good days.” Another man comes in. He looks 65 and tells me he is 81. He says, “I loved woodworking classes at school, but by the time I could