It was never like this with the pole lathe.
When the East wind blows, the lazy wind that can’t be bothered to go around you so it goes through you, it can get a bit chilly in the woods where the sun doesn’t shine. We had the old garage taken down
I’ve bought an old Sheffield-built power lathe so I can spend some time in the warm in Winter and turn some of the things I can’t turn on the pole lathe. Bowls are for you men to make with younger legs than mine. Tiny thin treen is impossible on a pole lathe – honey drippers, lace bobbins and such.
I took my newly recovered trailer to near Chorley, Lancashire and collected the lathe, a Myford ML8. Also collected a new chunky hitch lock from a trailer dealer nearby so I wouldn’t be needing to recover stolen trailers anytime soon.
I sent off for a four jaw chuck for turning bowls. It’s also made in Sheffield, we can still make good stuff in Yorkshire. Trouble was I then found the faceplate where I needed to install the new jaws was firmly fast. With the help of friends I tried a few different ways to get it off. I needed to hold the spindle locked still and then turn the faceplate clockwise. I de-threaded the aluminium outboard faceplate trying to use it as the lock. Then, after reading up internet fora, I engaged a low gear and turning the belt in reverse I hammered a board locked onto the stuck faceplate against the wall. Still stuck. Heated it up lightly and gradually with a paint stripper gun … still stuck. Made lunch, had an idea.
Two levers, one oak lath against the pulleys to lock them, and the ply board to turn the faceplate. What a feeling when it just unscrewed!
The cause was mistreatment by person(s) unknown.
Can you see the damage to the last thread? No wonder it was stuck. I used some anti-seize grease with added flake copper during installation of the Sorby Patriot chuck, that should make life easier in future, and the added electricity will too …
- Derek Hyatt, artist – obituary (telegraph.co.uk)
It was rather windy and wet this Sunday at the end of November. I had a course for a couple of people from Manchester, who went home happy with their fox and badger:
My workshop is almost in the bottom of a steep little valley, or ghyll as we call ’em round here, it is therefore very well sheltered from the Westerly winds, but there was even a breeze coming right into the bottom and blowing the smaok from my fire around rather a lot, but we’d been keeping dry under the tarp.
I was tidying up and starting to make a couple of deer for a customer when there was an almighty cracking and the sound of a massive tree going down in the wind. It was at the back where I have no rear view so I ejected out at the front over the fence. To my dismay a very large bough had been ripped from my favourite oak tree (see above):
There was still creaking and groaning going on. The oak was now weakened and seriously unbalanced. A large hole had appeared in the canopy. Then …
A corresponding limb on the other side came away. The oak tree has now lost its good looks:
Very fortunate that nobody was walking along the path where these tons of oak fell.
What a disaster for the many flora and fauna dependent on this tree, there was quite a dust as the airborne debris fell around me. Some of these:
The Estate have winched the boughs from the path and repaired same. Anyway, I think I’ll be making a few bowls, from little of the timber, the tree is high up on the bank and the timber is being left as deadwood.