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This whole idea came from a desire to work. Not hard mind you, but work. After being ill for some time during which I had to give up all my pleasures. (You can work them out for yourself). Having been a busy sort of person I did not cope well with the strictures placed on me by the disintegration of my body, and so a hobby reared its ugly head (a left handed golfer I am not). I have always enjoyed working with my hands, whether building or destroying, or both, never bothered me as long as the end result was good (renovation work was always my favourite). I am also an outdoor person, camping and walking were often on the agenda (a good enough reason for a beer after or during can always be found).
So wood has always fascinated.
By the way did I mention I like to read? no? well I do - and read a book about wood turning by a man called Peter Child (The Craftsman Woodturner).
Fascinating so it was .
After that there was no stopping me, well money and a few other things, like where to put it ( the spare bedroom?), cropped up but were easily ignored, by me, if not my ‘ever suffering wife’. Since then its been bigger, more, onward, note I didn’t say better, though I try, practice makes perfect, and I could easily supply shavings and sawdust to every mouse or hamster in town I think ( It makes a great mulch by the way)
Anyway enough slavering.
I have now reached the stage where I think my work should be inflicted on more than family. I need the money for more tools (boys toys according to my wife) and of course my dream, so the decision to go live, not easy, but there you are.
What is my dream you ask? Well I want to go live in the Highlands with the sheep, the deer etc, etc, and turn wood, maybe open a tea shop with a gallery, become rich, famous, happy ...
snort, grmph what! who woke me up !!
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