Winters warmed

The log fire spits and hisses, biting back the winter’s chill that creeps in bitter-quickened cold beneath the outside door. From where I work I glimpse the seat of glowing embers rise, bursting high their flames to grab the emptied content of my shovel once again and so I clear the chips upon my bench…

Winter’s warmth

Winter’s warmth

Cold snaps overnight this week have changed the leaves to wonderful patchworks of yellow, orange, russet and red. Soon the leaves will fall and winter will set in for three months. This is often my favourite time for working in the woodshop. When I lived in the USA I stoked the stove with my scraps…

Car boot squares

Car boot squares

On Sunday morning my students and I met at 8am to check out the local car boot sales. There wasn’t much there, but I found two squares for £1.00. As I sanded away the rust from the combination square the name of the maker emerged and I discovered a Rabone Chesterman square model 1812. The…

Hope chest and the closing class

Hope chest and the closing class

When I think of all the friends around the globe working wood, I wonder how trees keep up with supply. George is here from the USA with his friend John and they tell me of storm-dropped trees 4’ in diameter pretty much for the taking. People owning Woodmizer resaw bandsaws for resawing logs make short…