I decided a while ago to leave Plimoth Plantation so I can concentrate on a range of wood-working that falls outside the guidelines of 17th-century English furniture. That work continues to fascinate me, but I’ve been drawn in several different directions in recent years, some re-visits of work I have done before (baskets, spoons, bowls) some new areas I hope to explore. A book to finish, for example. And other stuff.
So woodworkers can look forward to two more years of the never-aging Roy as he continues to champion the power of muscle over that of the electrical machine. He’s got a point: Roy has the same axe that he used in the first season, 33 years ago. How many computers have you had in the last 33 years? And how well do you think they would endure a whack from Roy’s axe? I thought so.
Patrick Crouch, 35, bought his [scythe] to tend a community garden on central Detroit’s “urban prairie.” He likes it because it’s “totally brutal.” As he blogged: “What could be more badass than walking the streets of the Motor City with a scythe slung over one’s shoulder?”
Irish Class, June 4, 2012
Rang Gaeilge, 4ú lá Mí na Mheiteamh 2012