To be a woodworker, to have the tools, to not have the time, then....big then....not to have the space to unpack and work, get lost in your love, this has been my frustration. I am soooo close to having my shop, yet the road seems endlessly filled with hands that need greasing with money. At this point a drawn-out sigh is heard from behind the pc. Having had an accident on 5 November almost put the project on hold for a few months, yet, putting pride in my pocket I asked a young talented friend of mine to help and the building now sports a roof, lockable doors and one light. Now it remains to do the loft and move the tools and machines into there home. Cupboards to be built and the display for the old tools. To have them hanging around me leaves my spirit calm as I work, it makes me think of the thousands of craftsmen that led the way before me and paved roads I would have had to beat for myself.

To the spirits out there who are kindred, my good wishes. To my wife and Max who are my hands, thank you both.