Red wallet day

My friend Ruth Pullan called by the bodgery today with the new wallet I’d ordered.  Turns out to be a magic one that boosts your sales and the money just flows into it (I even sold a couple of elves as I was packing up , one to a little girl from her pocket money and one to Lotty.).  Here it is:


The cover looks out of square – but careful inspection will also show it is actually out of focus at right because the amount of cash is swelling its belly! See next photo.

Bursting with cash (only had a penny in when Ruth handed it over)…

SAMSUNG CSCAlso holds that important plastic stuff we all seem to need …

SAMSUNG CSCas well as notes (bills) …

SAMSUNG CSCReally good lil wallet though.  Un-dyed, veg-tanned leather and thread, hand stitched.  It is meant to age gracefully, and in my work pocket it will age.  Check out Ruth’s work here.

Today, besides running a deer making course, I have been finishing off this peg rack for the new outstead at home.

SAMSUNG CSCIt’s yew with ash pegs and fastened to the wall with French cleats (more on this later as I fit out the workshop with them).

SAMSUNG CSCIt was quite a challenge to plane – completely dry ‘softwood’, and totally erratic grain.  Holds lots of stuff that doesn’t belong in our cottage any more:

SAMSUNG CSCThe coats are mainly used when I’m mashing my beer.  Last Friday I ran my first brew in the new White Rose brewery:


Outside view, complete with green oak cladding.

This is the run off stage with the brew kettle coming up to boiling. Half this operation used to take place out of doors Winter and Summer.

A few tweaks are required – make the mash filter smaller diameter to fit in the old mash tun that will sit directly atop the wood-burning boiler.  Rewire the mains lead for the kettle so it will actually fit into the water-proof socket with the lid closed as intended.  I think I may be able to get rid of the sparging liquor vessel as I can just about get to sparge strike temperature in the hot water system.  I’m burning dry small wood the get a fierce hot burn and get that water temperature up to the critical 150 F.

Anyway, just for fun I’ve also got a hand pull beer engine working in the beer cellar


(Hang on, there seems also to be : minced meat, marmalade, wine and misc cooking equipment, and … it that a Christmas pudding I spy too? -Ed)

The white plastic gizmo is a valve to stop the, very low, CO2 pressure forcing a syphon through the pump when not required (That is running beer on tap when it shouldn’t be.)  I’ll be turning a new handle to replace the rather hackneyed pony riding scene.

Post scriptum:

Apologies if anyone has trouble with the speed of loading this post.  My ISP has upped the allowable file size from 2 mB to 10 mB.  I used to reduce the photo file size to comply with this and with the increased allowance didn’t bother this time, but there is a loading time premium to pay.  I’ll get them smaller for the next post.

A grand afternoon out at Parcevall Hall,Wharfedale

SAMSUNG CSCI nearly saw a magnolia today.

SAMSUNG CSCThey were just bursting their buds.

SAMSUNG CSCBet they’ll be better tomorrow.

SAMSUNG CSCGood setting – masonry to die for.  All this stone has been hauled a long way and worked by hand.  Look how those steps are laid out.  I’d like to have been there when they were laying some of these stones – like that key-stone – must weigh at least 2 hundredweight or more.  Some of the coping stones on top of the walls looked like they would need at least four strong men to lift ’em.  Or perhaps a block and tackle and shearlegs?

More masonry:

SAMSUNG CSCAh, stone, valleys and stone field walls – that’s m’Yorkshire.  Pity nearly all the chimneys are capped off.  The double ones are particularly perverse.

Some one had a good idea about wooden studs in a door.

SAMSUNG CSCTurned out in the long run that it wasn’t so good, even though split-wedged at the back, some fell out.  I think we need more tapered drill bits.

I’d like one of these in my garden.

SAMSUNG CSCAnd mebbee a little one of these.

SAMSUNG CSCBut I would have to move home about ten miles, and it’s higher and colder there. It’s outcrop limestone.  Outcrop means it is the stone of the land coming up to the surface – not laid by man.

The cherry was in good heart, “If there’s not enough room on those twigs, I’m just gunner bloom from my trunk.”



Speaking of trunks, you need to watch out that some invader doesn’t choose yours as a good place to grow.

SAMSUNG CSCMistletoe growing on an apple tree.

So much wood, so many uses.


That’ll keep those bloody sheep out. (Not the underwater swimmers mind – Ed.)

PS In case you were wondering:

Sir Perceval of the Round Table marries Arthur’s sister Acheflour, but is killed in a tournament by the Red Knight. Rejecting knightly culture, Acheflour retreats into the forest with their young son, also called Perceval, taking only some goats and a small spear. After fifteen years she explains Christianity to Perceval and, excited by her stories, he searches for God in the forest. He meets Ywain, Gawain and Kay and, seeing their rich clothes, asks which one is God. When Gawain informs him that they are Arthur’s knights, Perceval resolves to be knighted too. He mounts a wild mare, and although his mother is upset, she advises him on courtesy and gives him a ring.

On his way to Arthur’s court, Perceval enters a hall and finds a lady sleeping; he kisses her and exchanges her ring for Acheflour’s. When he arrives, Arthur recognises his uncouth nephew and agrees to knight him, but as they dine the Red Knight bursts into the hall and steals Arthur’s goblet. Perceval promises to retrieve the cup: riding out of the court before Arthur can give him armour, he pursues the Knight and kills him with his spear. The youth takes his horse but, confused by his armour, attempts to burn it off the body. Gawain arrives and helps him put it on, but Perceval decides to seek more adventures. He kills the Red Knight’s mother, a witch, then encounters an old knight and his sons, who are delighted to hear that he has slain their enemy.

A messenger on his way to Arthur’s court informs Perceval that Lady Lufamour of Maydenland is being besieged by a Sultan. He immediately sets off, and Arthur, delighted to learn that Perceval is alive, follows him with three knights. Perceval arrives in Maydenland and defeats the Saracens overnight. He is welcomed by Lufamour, who promises to marry him if he kills the Sultan. The following day he defeats the Saracen reinforcements then rides against Arthur, mistaking him for the Sultan. He jousts with Gawain but they recognise one another and are joyfully reunited. The Sultan arrives, demanding to fight a champion: Arthur knights Perceval who soon beheads his enemy. He and Lufamour are married, while Arthur returns to court.

After a year, Perceval sets out to find his mother. On his way he meets the woman with whom he exchanged rings: her lover, the Black Knight who gave her the ring (a protective charm), has accused her of infidelity. Perceval fights the knight, but spares him when he promises to forgive his lady. Perceval offers to re-exchange rings, but the knight has given Acheflour’s ring to the Sultan’s brother, a ferocious giant. Perceval beheads the giant and retrieves the ring, but learns from a porter that his mother saw the ring and, believing her son to be dead, went mad and fled into the woods. Perceval replaces his armour with goat skins and sets off on foot. He finds Acheflour by a well and carries her back to the castle, where she is cured. They return to Maydenland together and Perceval joins the crusades where he is slain after many victories.

From: Mary Flowers Braswell, Sir Perceval of Galles and Ywain and Gawain. Kalamazoo, Michigan: Medieval Institute Publications, 1995.
Manuscript: Lincoln Cathedral Library, MS 91 (Thornton Manuscript)