November 2013

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At Boot Hall the whittling continues. Not a weekend passes without Little Boots scraping away at a piece of wood.

So far a catapult, a pair of swords a tea-light holder and a salt and pepper set have been created. Plus several nondescript “aretfacts”.

Of course none of this is unsupervised, even though the little one is very sensible with tools and shows good knife skills. So I tend to join in and mess about with a blade and a piece of wood myself.

But it wears a bit thin and so I decided to actually make something and this is what I ended up with. It’s called a bull-roarer. Basically you spin it round and it makes a noise. Apparently it’s an ancient form of musical instrument. It took a lot longer than I’d imagined to make but then I’ve never carved anything from wood before.

The result though is better than I’d anticipated and in fact would have been a bit more polished had I not left a few tool marks on it as a nod to it being hand-made without the use of any power-tools.

Having finished it I decided it looked a bit bland and needed some decoration – hence the ancient “Thunder Lizard” motif that I drew on one side with Indian Ink.

(This is a blog post I wrote a while ago and lost – hence the 2nd posting of the bull-roarer pic)



Old – Nine foot Daiwa fibreglass rod that I grew up using

New – Home-made Avon style float

Borrowed – A little chalk stream, open to the public, but mine for a few hours when the drizzly weather kept everyone else away.

Blue – Abu Cardinal Bronco 4 Fishing reel




It’s been a while since I’ve done a favourite things post so I thought I’d do a few.

This is a knife my grandfather gave me. It had been given to him by his father-in-law. before him and had originally belonged to “a sailor who had sailed during the days of wooden ships.” My Grandad did not know who that was – not a relative he thought.

The blade says ENCORE T.TURNER & Co BEST STEEL. It does seem to be that alright as it’s sharp enough to cut paper, even though I‘ve never sharpened it.

Through the wonders of the internet I have discovered that this dates it to the mid-1800s at the earliest.

None of which really matters – it’s now a family heirloom having passed down four generations and will one day go to Little Boots making five.