This is where Ginger shows us how to make a three-legged stool, with all speed and ease. With the then weather warming, this stool kept us out the mud, and prompted a spate of replicas to be knocked out.
Thank-you Ginger.
Tools required, are:
a saw (chain or cross-cut) to cut the seat from a log.
A bar-auger (and sharpening file) to put in the angled holes.
A splitting axe (and comedy mallet) to split the legs.
A sharper axe (and chopping block) to make the legs fit the seat.
Hopper had already taught us the rudimentary techniques of hurdle-making (CLICK HERE), and in this video he shows us how to split hazel rods.
As well as the practical techniques of splitting, Hopper also shows how to measure the height of a tree, with a stick. Interested?
There’s also an interesting discussion, on recycling, universities, and Martians. And there is a very blunt billhook, the inadequacy of which led Hopper to loan us a nice sharp replacement.
The video might take a short while to buffer, but please be patient. Hopper is worth the wait…
This is a first attempt at video editing by Will, who is neither skilled nor trained in the art.
It is a series of clips from our first days in the woods last November, when we trolleyed in all the canvas, hand-tools and books that we felt necessary.
The track soon bogged up thickly. And once we’d done the many runs each, to bring in all the bits, we found a shortcut through a sheep field that would have saved us hours.
The film also shows the first part of building the A-frame, which was our immediate shelter while the main house went up.
And the fiddle tune was recorded by a doctor in a stone circle in Cornwall, on an earlier walk. It is a Breton tune, called (trans.) “the jumping chicken”.
We are glad to have met and sung with the Scout movement. They are curious souls, eager to learn and improve their interactions with nature.
The songs they sing are, however, strange and slightly fearsome, but so it goes.
They told us stories of how their boyfriends had dumped them for taller blondes…and these were girls of 9 years old. It was an education to learn where youngsters are these days, and truth be told, they are just where we are.