Speed the plough

I found this outside the rabbit warren yesterday

The rabbits are burrowing into an old ash pit and all sorts of interesting shards are turned up.  I think this one is from a loving cup – there seem to be a few somewhat like it on eBay, but while the pattern looks about the same, the details vary. The scythe and sickle seem pretty constant, but the words change as well as the other details.  I especially like the harrow, and the fact that all the implements are hand-made, I know they were hard times back then, but sometimes I think our agriculture has missed its way somewhere.  I’m sure the cows are in worse condition now than when I used to bring the ones on the farm across the road in for milking when I was a lad.  You’re lucky I didn’t have my camera with me when a dairy herd was crossing the road in front of me this morning, at least two of them looked like the RSPCA should be informed.  Makes me feel that vegans are dead right.

Logging

Made a trailer load of logs today using the new splitter and the excellent Buckingham woodstation.

Wood Station

Load it up with logs
Wood Station
Cut ’em to length.
Wood Station
And then load the trailer, notice there are NO LOGS ON THE FLOOR! (OK then, just an odd one) Brilliant, every logger should have one.

The trailer is loaded by lifting up the front of the woodstation and all the logs fall into the trailer.  Because this is a tilting operation you are not lifting the full weight of the logs.  Beats handballing them out of the woodstation, or worse picking up from the floor!  Photo to follow of tipping operation.

A young visitor to the bodgery

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It’s a lil newt, either Smooth or Palmate, apparently it’s hard to tell the difference in juveniles. Anyways it was a nice find in the wood pile. Quite a wildlife day today really – I saw TWO kingfishers today on t’Wharfe, looked like a parent and juvenile so I got a really good look at them and heard their call – no escape now chaps – I know where you live!

We had an hectic day last Friday. Went to collect the new log splitter in Tescos car park on the outskirts of York, checked out some tiles and then went for a picnic at Benningborough Hall (NT).

picnic

The car park was full – even the coach park (with cars) so we had to find an alternative location – turned out rather good really. The stock stools came in handy.

Then we went to Horsforth to check out some Elm and came away with large thick sheet – should make some good chair seats.

Today the wood station arrived – finally. More to follow when I get the saw, splitter and station going tomorrow!

Vices and buffets

Amazing what you can do with a few bits that have been lying around waiting to join the firewood heap:

Pop it in a hole in the new bench and hey presto:

Turn the cam:

new bench vice! So strong it will hold stuff for adzing:

Also got a couple of stools (or buffets if you live in God’s Own County) finished

Sunday

Today was buffet day. This is what we call what others may call ‘stools’ but that’s a bit too funda-mentalist for me though.


My Sunday apprentice Richard assembled his buffet – post and rung and very good it looked too.

Here’s a line of the current mass production.

In order, the Hawthorn, Nim reworked (see last post) on her hols (horrid father, making his daughter work on her hols).
Then today’s progress, buffet still in Spanish windlass, which I call a tourniquet which is less words but harder to spell. Wedges still sticking out, prior to sawing off and finishing, but to all intents now a buffet, Elm top and Ash legs, rungs and stretcher – my favourite woods.

The last one – a better proportioned buffet – sold,sorry- , thinner legs than it’s younger brother and shorter – small is beaut.

And … may have sold the leather clad one in Strid Exhibition Hoil! Fingers crossed. And started negotiations with Bob to sell a BIG bench to t’Estate which was formerly a trestle to support the table at the Saudi Day.

So all in all a pretty four-legger day.

Started with a good breakfast:

The centre-piece of which was an Austrian pancake, entitled nockerlen with an umlaut on t”O’. They were going to be simple breakfast pancakes, but we made them so often when our children were lil that the receipt book disintegrated and was composted. So we now have nockerlen (with an umlaut on t”O’), and the production involved one less pan:

It was good to have Nim home for a while, all this splitting up families in the Modern Whorld, not too good methinks. Anyways we enjoyed our brekkies:

What we did on our holidays

Well, of course, it being a staycation I took my daughter Nim, to the woods as a special treat she drove the Land Rover through Strid to T’Bodgery.
A freeform stool needed some attention, so having soaked it in a warm bath for a couple of hours it was ready for re-working.

It turned out pretty well:

I had to take a few strips off an Elm stem I had lying about so it’s a mixture of bast that was already on the stool and some new stuff. It will look pretty homogenous once dried, here it is a day later, drying already:

Not sure what the green tinge is about!