Upgrades and mishtakes


Sunrise reddens a frosty Yorkshire morning

Phew! I can certainly agree with the sentiments expressed by Peter Galbert in a recent post about learning from your mistakes.  I’ve just spent about 4 hours or more upgrading my WordPress blogging software and making a complete hash of it.  (Well some of the earlier attempts are timed at 14:30 yesterday and I finished off at about 7:15am this morning, did get a couple of hours sleep, mind.)

I suppose I knew already that people write instructions to make life easier for me, not just for fun.  I do read instructions, it’s sometimes surprising what you learn.  The instructions I read for this upgrade to a beta version of the software (well a bit more dangerous than that really it is described as “bleeding edge nightlies”.  I mean these guys were not hiding anything.  They also advised doing a backup first (done), and “do not install this on a live site unless you are adventurous”.  Well, sounded like a bit of a challenge really.  I was tempted by the improvements they were crowing about to the media handling, and I post quite a few pictures – have you noticed?


Ah well to cut a long story short I didn’t turn off the plugins, contrary to instructions. I think it may have been caused by making guacamole in mid upload, well it’s slow is FTP but still works, the old-timer, as old, if not older than The Internet itself! This failure to click about three buttons caused chaos and much FTP work uploading files, watching slow progress, deleting files, checking forum posts on the issues.  But finally this morning it was working again, even the plugins, the most important of which dams up the stream of rubbish comments from spammers.

Anyway, just to counter my computerish story, here are some seasonal woody photos:


Stock for customers.


This is an interesting home-made vice or clamp, I can’t decide which.  There are a couple of countersunk screw holes in the back jaw suggesting it has been mounted somewhere.  On the other hand there is no garter to pull the front jaw out when the screws are loosened.  I can’t find it in the excellent Salaman Dictionary of Tools, but I’m sure I’ve seen it somewhere – any suggestions?  My brother bought it for me in exchange for a promise to make him a mandrel for remoulding a couple of brace of 18th century pewter tankards he picked up for a song.

The tankards just fit in nicely with my current Land Rover entertainment from Librivox: Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens. The story features The Maypole Inn (based on a real coaching inn in Epping Forest) where I’m sure pots like these must have been drunk from.  Curiously they are assayed as pints but are not modern English pint-sized.  This harks back to before the 1824 Weights and Measures Act which standardised the Imperial Pint across the British Empire at 568 ml whereas formerly the English pint varied and I guess these tankard measures are equivalent to the United States liquid pint (473 ml), I’ll check once the squareness has been taken out of them and some of the bumps.

For info, the rounder plane is still in refinement, getting the blade tuned in is proving not easy!

Huntin’, Epping and buildings

We went to London last weekend to visit my daughter.  On the way we called in at a random part of Epping Forest. I noticed that Spring is a tad further on down there, so we were travelling forward in time, and will get a second chance as Spring progresses “Up North”.  Here’s some shooting Hornbeam, a species we don’t have much up in Yorkshire.

It makes for rather an unusual leaf litter, reminded me of home-made tobacco:

This 12 mile stretch of woodland has a fascinating history, sadly littered with enclosure and destruction of woodland by the rich and loss of rights by the poor.  Epping Forest was used variously for wood fuel, royal deer hunts and grazing cattle:

There has been a reintroduction of grazing in the 21st century in the shape of a dozen Longhorn cattle, but unfortunately they were still tucked away in their Winter quarters.

We spotted an interesting-looking building on a little hill which turns out to be Queen Elizabeth I’s Hunting Lodge, built by her father:

It used to be open at the top two galleries for shooting at deer passing by on Chingford Plain (driven there, I’ll bet!).  It’s a timber-framed building, and there are some mighty timbers used in its construction, probably brought in for the job from further afield

The upper floors have been made to shed water getting in through the open galleries and have an amazing bow towards the outside walls.  Like many buildings of this age it has gone through many uses but is now set out as a museum, and in a corner I found some authentic looking turned plates and bowls

On closer inspection I found they were the work of my friend Robin Wood (see link aside)!

There was also an interesting large elm bowl, I’m not sure of its provenance:

This leathern jug took my fancy too:

My late father used to be fascinated by these when he used to visit a friend at Chelsea Hospital for retired army chaps.

The roof timbers were very decorative and these sections were supposed to be reminiscent of deer antlers.

Down into London and we were surprised to see that there are no builders’ cranes over docklands!

Walked past a fine terrace, St John’s Church Road, on the way to the National Trust’s Sutton House, quite unlike the terraces in Brooklyn

Mind you a shed at the bottom of the garden takes a lot of beating: