I’ve just come back from a nine day holiday, my first break from London in fifteen years.
I say holiday, but it was a course in ‘green wood work’. My task was to build a rocking chair under the brilliant tuition from a master craftsman who is Britain’s leading green wood worker – Mick Abbott.
A skill of making chairs using traditional tools – axes, bow saws, froes, drawknives, felling a live ash tree, and using a shaving horse and a pole lathe to work the wood and produce a chair.
What a mouthful of tools. I guess most of them you’ve not heard of before, but they are the tools our ancestors have been using for thousands of years to fashion, create and build the chairs that we have sat on since we moved on from sitting on the ground.
Myself and the seven other enthusiastic apprentices had one thing in common – a passion and love for trees, the woods and nature that surrounded us. Our workshop was in the open air in a secret woods near Bromyard in Worcester.
Our accommodation – sleeping in tents, cooking on open fires and ovens made from bricks and clay. Our compost toilet was fantastic, a hut built from felled trees, wattle and daub walls, where you could sit with a cup of tea and a fag gazing out into the woodlands, with birds singing in the trees and the sound of the hungry bluetit chicks that were nesting in the roof.
No electricity, no radios, no sound of cars, just the sound of wood being chopped and sliced by the drawknife, the rhythmic hum of the pole lathe, and happy banter from all of us as we worked.
Only the clothes people wore gave a clue to the fact that this was 2010, and not 2010 BC. My nine days in the woods were the happiest break I’ve ever had. I came back to London with a magnificent handmade rocking chair, no nails or glue holding it together, but fine joints and craftsmanship.
I and the others had all experienced something magic, a feeling of profound wellbeing, and both physiologically and psychologically, that we all belong in the woods.
Paul and Scruffy
Published in The Big Issue, June 2010