Is this man: a) Sleeping on the job; b) dead in his own-made open-air coffin; or c) dreaming of his next blog post?
Well, in July about a couple of hundred highly motivated chaps mount their bikes (and sometimes fall off them) and race them for three weeks around Europe, and this year they came almost past my front door, well, within two miles of it. It’s not every day the Tour de France comes up Skipton High Street on a warm Saturday afternoon.
Yes, not a brilliant view, but the build up and atmosphere were great (Good view of Will’s hat – Ed). In fact I nearly got caught on the wrong side of the road to my family whilst buying this book:
At a real bargain price of £9! It is a very good review of furniture as found in the less fashionable places such as houses of correction, cellar dwellings and bothies – gripping stuff. The ale houses are my favourite.
Course my son and I have been avid followers of the T de F for many years, well since 1990. So Will and his wife Eva came over for to see the tour (and a holiday in the UK too!) staying with us, which was great, but took a little time up.
And they use one of these
To drive two of these
Which drive these
Yes a cotton mill! My grandmother and my aunt worked at a weaving mill in the next village and I visited with my mother as a child and I was terrified by the deafening noise and the terrifying machinery. The noise was bad enough at Queen Street Mill with just four looms running, never mind the 300 in the weaving shed. Almost as scary as the Thames Clyde express at the level crossing – but that’s a worse story.
Anyway, back to a spot of woodwork. These large pieces of oak have started to reappear in the bodgery
How Mr McKee does all the hewing he does, just beggars my belief (Oh, c’mon, the guy’s suffered enough, he’s obviously brain-damaged – Ed.).
I was wrecked this evening after just this little bit
With a curly bench back like this one, holding the beggar still enough to work on leads to much improv, holds …
And one day I’m just going to have to stop and fix that tail vice …