What a very mixed day. Elation and despair in pretty much equal measure.
I'd already made a start when Ray came this morning. But I stopped work on the door because Ray wanted to get the tablesaw set up. It was too cold to paint, anyway.
So we moved some stuff out of the overstuffed log cabin so we could get the TS out. It was in a very sorry state.
We also had a problem. It is too wide to get down the side of the cabin and anyway, the wheels were the wrong way round for moving in that direction. They are wheels, not castors.
So we took the outfeed table off
and with a lot of grunting - even Ray struggled - we jacked it up block by block, levered it onto my mate Stuart's bogey and got it down to the workshop. It was a lot of pushing and shoving and shushing. Sort of a cross between "Right said Fred" and "The day McGinty's donkey won the half-mile race". But we got it there.
I'm not posing for the camera, I really did have a silly grin on my face. Tempered by the sadness of seeing it in such a sorry state.
We then did the same with the bandsaw
and my bench.
This was really sad. As well as the vice being jammed with rust, it has a lot of woodworm. It always had a bit, but they have really taken hold. I think the sooner I make a replacement the better. I have stripped down a vice before and restored it, so I don't think this is beyond redemption.
Finally we brought down the planer/thicknesser. The beds were fine as they are aluminium, but the cutterblock, knives and other steely bits are rusty. Also I can't find the fence for it. I don't remember thinking that it had been stolen with the rest of the gear, but there are not many places it can be now and I can't find it so I must assume it has gone. Goodness knows what I'm going to do. It will cost a fortune to get one made, I should think. And I bet the pippers got tuppence for it as scrap. I typed pippers myself, saved the server from the trouble of translating.
On the upside I've found a couple of things I thought had been stolen. A little corner chisel that you hit with a hammer when fitting hinges (I wish I'd found it yesterday) and, much more exciting, an engineer's vice. This was my dad's and I love it. I'm not sure what state it is in, but it is wrapped in bubblewrap and cling film, so I hope it has survived well. Really pleased about that.
So with the big machines in, Ray wired up for the TS, the floor sockets and the light switch proper (until now the lights had just been plugged in to the ring main) whilst I carried on chopping out for the deadlocks. It's taking me a long time but they are right and neat enough. A pro chippy might turn up his nose, but they are not bad. I've definitely seen worse, Usually cut by me
Dr Bob would have a fdicky-fit if he saw the speed at which I work. I still have to cut the keyholes.
We fired up the TS and it started straight away. Great, except that it sounded like a bag of nails, rather than its usual purrrrrr.
We'd done all that by about 2.30, so we finished one of the outside walls with membrane. We'd stopped work on the outside as I'd managed to **** up on the regs front and it has taken a while to find a solution. We do have one, but it will have to wait until the weather warms up again, now, before we can implement it. We just want to protect the OSB from the worst of the winter. Yes, I am aware of the UV tolerance time. Tough.
So at close of play it looks like this:
I'm not leaving anything that can easily grow legs down there, so there is a lot of carrying stuff up to the house every night, which is a pain but necessary, unfortunately, but it really is beginning to look a lot like a workshop. I just hope I can restore my machines to their former glory.
PS There is one nice little extra benefit from all this. I now have some space in the cabin to put all the clobber that has been littering the floor of my house since I moved in. I don't have so much excuse for living in domestic squalour!