West Riding World Weaving Heritage

We are regular visitors to Saltaire, a Victorian village built by Sir Titus Salt to house the workers for his  massive stone textile mill.  On Saturday, today and tomorrow it’s Saltaire Art Trail.  A host of artists and makers display their stuff, mainly in houses around the village.  It is an excellent excuse to wander round the World Heritage Site and a change to visit the interiors of quite a few of the terrace cottages.

The exhibitions and events are divers.  Our favourite was 11 William Henry Street, where there was live art including a very junior tea brewer making imaginary tea for visitors accompanied by free-hand singing – not to be missed.

Some places spilled out into their garden:

It was a fine sunny day, if a bit chilly (doh, two days running now, frosts in the morning – come on it’s May for Goodness Sake! Very bad for my potatoes).  We had a good chat to a working sign-writer with his junior apprentice and in Vic Hall a letter-press printer. Jane also had a chat with a tab rug maker Chrissie Freeth a fellow Friend of the Heritage Crafts Association

The Lions outside Victoria Hall had been bombed:

And as a special bonus I picked up a George V or VI beer mug, certified one pint in The West Riding of Yorkshire:

Only £0.99!

Return of the pint pot!

Yes, today I located a brand new pint pot for £2.75 on Skipton market.

Every working chap used to have one of these and they were very easy to obtain.  Sadly no longer (‘cept in Skipton market).  All those working chaps seem to drink pop, what is the world coming to?  But perhaps we have met the turning point at last.

Long live the pint pot!

My wife is taking bets on how long it will last – I have a bad habit of breaking them, usually by dropping them out of the jock bag as I take it out of the Land Rover.  I’m taking care of this baby, it is china apparently – rather posh for a man o’ the woods (even if it is a second), but what the heck, you have to take those opportunities when they arise – I can’t be doing with a tin mug with a picture of flocks on the outside for aye.

Woody stuff

Return of the killer oak shrink pots.  Three more, all from the same branch, they are now awaiting blackening with vinegar and iron.

Like the back drop?  It’s from m’new pattern book bindings.

Shows at the National Forest and Kilnsey coming up over the Bank Holiday, busy, busy. Elm to dig out from store for a stool, gates to hang, bench to fit with new boards, phew, makes me feel tired even on my day off.


Here are two  Ash ladders I made for a nursery school and delivered on Friday.

I like the way when a log is split the released tension means the two don’t exactly fit together again.  I put a couple of threaded rods in each one to prevent them opening apart.

I made a bigger one for a friend of Jane’s using for the stiles a small poplar tree.  The split went down the central pith but spiralled, giving a rather interesting effect:

This was before it was finished, to give an idea of the size for Sandra.

It’s been great in Strid this last week, fine, sunny and busy.  Just about finished getting the felled timber out of the woods, it’s all now at the side of the track ready for either splitting on site or collecting in a trailer and bringing back to the main wood stack.  I’ve started making chopping board blanks using the long bar on the chain saw with the chain filed to 10 degrees for ripping down the grain.  Also made a 10 minute table for my canteen, to rest my pot and sandwiches on:

It has started splitting already, of course, but it will do fine for where it is, as there is a likelihood of a passerby taking a fancy to it and borrowing it.  Although I have strategically positioned it behind a tree, and the leaves will help hide it when the buds burst (not yet, but the Sycamore buds are looking pretty fat)