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.

Poles and hazel coppice

A customer needed some 8″ by 8′ poles for a play house (sounds like an interesting project).  I thought I’d left some at Wood Nook that size, but when I got there none to be had.  However, it did give me an opportunity to have a look at how the hazel coppice was re-growing.

Rather pleasing to see about a yard of new shoots coming through the brash.

I ended up felling a couple of dead elm trees in an adjacent wood to get the 8 foot poles (thanks Michael) and got them onto the Land Rover roof rack (silly me, no picture).

Back to Bolton Abbey, stopping in a gate hole for lunch just outside Burnsall (what no picture?).  Loaded up the trailer for Halifax Show.  I couldn’t get the poles for the lathe and shelter straight fore & aft because of the elm poles up top which needed transferring to the customer’s van back at the car park outside Strid Wood.  So the poles ended up sticking somewhat jauntily out at the side a foot or two.  I intended to straighten them out after I’d dropped off the elm (Ah but!  The road to Hell is paved with good intentions!)

Meanwhile,  I had to unhitch the trailer and do an emergency run for a lady with her three children, one of whom was injured.  Also meanwhile there was the air ambulance buzzing around – hard to make out from under the canopy of trees.  Later, found out it was on a rendezvous with a road ambulance that had a lady who’d fallen in the river on board, thankfully she hadn’t fallen in The Strid, from which few emerge alive.  And later still staff were recovering another casualty from the ford on the other side of the river, who’d fallen from his electric scooter.

What a day, I was glad to be on the way home, then the trailer started banging a bit – damn!  The jockey wheel had dropped down.  No damage though, secured it and on my way again.

Now my way home with a loaded trailer is up our village passing through a culvert under the Leeds Liverpool canal.  I remembered I’d not sorted the poles, so decided to go up Priest Bank, which starts with a bit of a narrow S-bend over a swing bridge over said canal. A car was coming downhill and I pulled into the side, so did the poles – into a road sign.  Bust the two longest ones.

However, I’ve now found a couple of replacements, obviating the need to go to BA on me day off.

Just need to drill a couple holes in one of them, the other’s the pole for the lathe, on which I think I’ll be demonstrating turning some potato crushers in spalted alder wood at t’show.

And in between fetching them and putting some sourdough to rise I broke my brewing record time, finishing by 9am!