I was in Flying Tiger the other day and, of course, I emerged with a bag of stuff. Anyway, in the bag were clothes pegs. Little ones. You’ll get an idea of scale below. I’m in Letterkenny at the minute,
I ordered this last week and it arrived by post a few days ago. It’s a carving axe. And it’s amazingly, scarily sharp. So I thought I’d give it a road test this afternoon. I had some wood from my
It’s been a while but it felt good this evening to get back to some woodwork. Still not certain what this will be but I think maybe I’ll make it into a trivet rather than an objet d’art. Anyway, I
It’s six months to the day since I resolved to do something creative every day. At that time, the resolution was partly an attempt at distraction. So, therapy, in a sense. It was also partly an attempt to reconnect with
Sometime in 1984, we were in Uxbridge, in north west London. The miners’ strike was in full swing and some people were collecting money to support miners’ families. The slogan on the collection tins was was Dig Deep for the
Just me in the house this evening so I thought I’d do a blog post on poaching eggs. And that’s exactly what I did. Here. Here’s the main image. Turned out well.