CHJ
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Does anyone else with a love of wood have mixed feelings about its origins?
Thursday I had one of those days that has had me thinking most of today (Fri) and certainly all afternoon as I persuaded a couple of pieces of wood and various tools to produce two more items on the lathe.
In the continual quest for yet more wood we ventured into the wilds of Herefordshire and Shropshire and moved on as far as Welshpool for a pleasant picnic lunch and a delightful browse around Powys Castle and the extensive Gardens and Grounds.
In the castle I marvelled at the skilled use of woods such as Oak, Laburnum and Olive by craftsmen who achieved such standards without the benefit of our modern tools, steels, lighting etc.
In the Grounds I fell in love with the massive Oaks and Yew trees (hundreds of them many 8ft girth) most must be in excess of 400 years old and initially went into a covetous mode envisioning how much timber they would yield and the finished articles that could ensue.
But after about an hour soaking in the beauty of them standing majestically together I suddenly found myself feeling guilty and wondering what right I had to wish such magnificent creations such a demise.
A picnic 'Tea' sat on the top of the Long Mynd on the way back looking at the barren hillsides, where no doubt my forefathers helped remove a significant amount of the timber, did nothing to dispel my quandary.
I guess I will have to stick to the ‘supermarket syndrome’ of not even thinking about where the wood came from in future, would that it all was delivered with the knowledge that it was storm felled or just cleared to provide extra light to a more magnificent or perfect specimen.
Thursday I had one of those days that has had me thinking most of today (Fri) and certainly all afternoon as I persuaded a couple of pieces of wood and various tools to produce two more items on the lathe.
In the continual quest for yet more wood we ventured into the wilds of Herefordshire and Shropshire and moved on as far as Welshpool for a pleasant picnic lunch and a delightful browse around Powys Castle and the extensive Gardens and Grounds.
In the castle I marvelled at the skilled use of woods such as Oak, Laburnum and Olive by craftsmen who achieved such standards without the benefit of our modern tools, steels, lighting etc.
In the Grounds I fell in love with the massive Oaks and Yew trees (hundreds of them many 8ft girth) most must be in excess of 400 years old and initially went into a covetous mode envisioning how much timber they would yield and the finished articles that could ensue.
But after about an hour soaking in the beauty of them standing majestically together I suddenly found myself feeling guilty and wondering what right I had to wish such magnificent creations such a demise.
A picnic 'Tea' sat on the top of the Long Mynd on the way back looking at the barren hillsides, where no doubt my forefathers helped remove a significant amount of the timber, did nothing to dispel my quandary.
I guess I will have to stick to the ‘supermarket syndrome’ of not even thinking about where the wood came from in future, would that it all was delivered with the knowledge that it was storm felled or just cleared to provide extra light to a more magnificent or perfect specimen.