Rain Check

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First Rehearsal
 

 

Well then, back to the cottage refurb as I'm saving politics and other such whimsy for the coming week. The small top-mount sink bowl and mixer tap turned up this morning, so I thought I'd start measuring up and planning the cutting of the beechwood top for it. At nearly ten feet long, a couple wide and an inch thick, it predictably weighs a fair bit; but I got it manhandled onto the trestles, with the Workmate supporting the area under the site of the first cut. I'm taking my time with this one as the top cost us a hundred and twenty quid and it is exactly the right length for the three pieces I need for the build (including the kerf of the two cuts), so there's zero margin for error. So no pressure, then.

I've decided that the wing of the 'L' to the left of the piece should be dowelled as well as glued, so I'm going to have to build a drilling jig to get the holes exactly matched as the top surface is intended to look as 'unjointed' as possible; not entirely feasible as the grain runs the 'wrong' way; but I want the joint line to be as crisp as those between the blocks of the top as a whole; so, there'll be a lot of measuring and remeasuring and rehearsal.

While I was about to start in on this, I noticed a chunk of roof-felt and the batten that held the edge down, had disappeared off the studio roof. Understandable, given that it blew a hoolie all last night. So off to B&Q for a roll of the black stuff and some other bits I needed anyway. By the time I got back, the weather had decided to break again, so I just nailed the loose edges down as best I could and am hoping for a window of opportunity to get up there and put a patch on it. I've promised myself that I'll re-cover the roof properly in the spring as it definitely needs it. So anyway, I've called a halt to proceedings for the day and will resume on the morrow, so more later.

Comments

  1. Joe Stoner3 November 2020 at 04:34

    Regarding your dowelling problem Kel check out this:

    IF youtube functions the same for you as it does for me (NOT a given as it suggests based on what it's little alien AI has "learned" about us!!) top of it's suggestions is:
    which is less Lindsey Kemp:):):) and much more informative and works to 5 thou!!

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  2. sideways3 November 2020 at 07:15

    You've lost me there ;0)

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