A good friend of mine, Robert, is from Detroit and lives a few villages away. He has a small woodwork shop too. The shavings and dust in there are bloody antiques! How on earth he moves about in there is a miracle, he needs snowshoes! But, the customers love it, it's just how they imagine an old shop to be, cobwebs, old tools, piles of shavings. Each to their own, I find you lose tools in the wastes- a lesson hard learned when my beloved old Moore and Wright engineers' square was found in the ashes of the fire patch, a total loss.
Alan
