There and back to see how far it is

It was off for my first ever visit to the Bodgers' Ball in Walesby Forest, last week. It was in at the deep end, with a talk about joined furniture. I received some interesting feedback from the audience! Some hyper-critical ("shame you used a circular saw to cut those joints" guffaw) ("that Peter Follansbee, he just apes the way it was really made", what does that make me, a marmoset?), and some really positive ("seeing you have done it, inspires me to have a go"), ("I never thought I could, but now I definitely will"). I can't abide woodworking snobbery, so it's the second category I am mostly taking mind of.

I met some very interesting people and finally joined the settle.

Just in time, for these two gentlemen from the U.S. to rest their weary feet.

I had to leave on Sunday morning, to go see my mother near Scarborough, she had a fall a few weeks ago. So with eight strong bodgers, we lifted the settle back in the van, and I slept on her on Saturday night.

After an 800 mile round trip, the settle and I arrived back in Devon. No bodgers to help this time, just balance and my old trolley.

Now then, bonnie lass!