In the four-plus years since diagnosis I don’t think I’ve cried at all, for myself that is. For other reasons, yes: the recent floods in the Ahr valley in Germany where I used to walk through the vineyards, Terry, Dina.
Over decades, I’ve built up a modest carpentry workshop and amassed lots of tools. They have given me immense pleasure and satisfaction over the years, but the aim was always to be adequately equipped for retirement, i.e. now, so that I could spend my last years on all those projects I’ve dreamed of.
Each time you pick up a tool you remember the previous times you’ve held it. The stout mortice chisels, my framing square, my beautiful hand forged Gransfors side axe, its blade stamped with the initials of the Swedish blacksmith who made it, They’ve all helped me work with craftsmen and women to build a replica 13th century crane in Prague, renovate an ancient bakery the grounds of a chateau in France, build a sustainable office in Oxfordshire (photo), as well as many other smaller personal jobs.
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I haven’t minded not being able to go into the workshop for over a year now, like so many other places.
But recently, a lawyer friend who is also a passionate carpenter gently suggested that I should begin to clear my workshop and decide what to do with my tools. He offered to make a start and suggested calling in a firm of auctioneers to view what might be saleable. That’s when it hit me!
Yes, they are just saws and planes and chisels and I knew they held my memories, but suddenly I realised they hold my dreams too.
And now the time has come when I must give away my dreams.
It’s too hard…… too many tears….
Doug
Over decades, I’ve built up a modest carpentry workshop and amassed lots of tools. They have given me immense pleasure and satisfaction over the years, but the aim was always to be adequately equipped for retirement, i.e. now, so that I could spend my last years on all those projects I’ve dreamed of.
Each time you pick up a tool you remember the previous times you’ve held it. The stout mortice chisels, my framing square, my beautiful hand forged Gransfors side axe, its blade stamped with the initials of the Swedish blacksmith who made it, They’ve all helped me work with craftsmen and women to build a replica 13th century crane in Prague, renovate an ancient bakery the grounds of a chateau in France, build a sustainable office in Oxfordshire (photo), as well as many other smaller personal jobs.
Earth Trust building.jpg
I haven’t minded not being able to go into the workshop for over a year now, like so many other places.
But recently, a lawyer friend who is also a passionate carpenter gently suggested that I should begin to clear my workshop and decide what to do with my tools. He offered to make a start and suggested calling in a firm of auctioneers to view what might be saleable. That’s when it hit me!
Yes, they are just saws and planes and chisels and I knew they held my memories, but suddenly I realised they hold my dreams too.
And now the time has come when I must give away my dreams.
It’s too hard…… too many tears….
Doug
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