The universal, something I made in a week after an extremely tedious month long job. He follows me everywhere and frightens my dog.
Chestnuts, 1 planted forty years ago.
It was a caravan and used enormously - mainly by me. Then, after my father died, my brother took it over and worked at turning it into his dream workshop. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and the dream was never completed.
Fortunately for me it has been left in a state that is repairable and certainly (for me useable). At the very least it can house the work that I have accumulated or saved over the last forty odd years.
I try to call it the workshop, but often lapse into naming it "caravan". So it looks like caravan will stay!
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Storage shelving for my folios, made out of old decking donated to me by my neighbour, Bob Gowers.
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(Stuff, still to fit in)Three or four pics of Derreck, Steve & I shifting the stuff up to the Hill.
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We broke the garden bench posing for a photo - all together. It was too much for the poor thing.
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The Van
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Smaller picture of when I arrived with the stuff of how it looked - since the last time I'd had a go at it. And the closer pic with the flotsam construction, now riddled with wood worm.
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Larger picture of the weather proofing after I left. It was one of the hardest working weeks of my life, it took a couple of days to recover.
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View through the old caravan window, past The Universal, looking onto the well wall which I hope to convert into a "thinking tower" one day.
Due to uploading problems, here is at least a link to a Facebook page of images
A new, old stove for the house.
