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Workers in the workshop … part 2

December 30, 2013

Again today as I finish a session of drawing I remember my dad. not a man of many words … a nod of approval was all we needed then.

Bald, beautiful and ballsy bint gets on her bike ...

I straighten my legs and lean back on the door post. He stands back and adjusts his sleeves.  He removes the blade from the plane.  Then he pours a little oil on to a sharpening stone that he has found under the shavings and begins to sharpen the blade with a gentle movement to and fro. He lifts it to the light and runs his thumb across the sharpened edge.  He screws it back in place.  Swoops away another swathe of shavings. Then makes a few more finishing touches before he removes the oar from the vice and stands it in the corner with its pigeon pair.

He takes the final swig of the tea and pushes the cup back on the bench among the shavings.  Reaching for his baccy tin and he sits on the stool nearby.  It is the only piece of furniture in the workshop serving a…

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