*as far as I know
My friend Matt had this lump of lovely old slate and being a lifelong admirer of Crass, it was only natural that he wanted to combine his love of both anarcho-punk with cheese.
I chalked up the Crass logo for Matt to make sure I had it correctly placed and sized before carving;
The finished piece looks like this;
The slate also had some original machining on one side which Matt wanted on the plain edge, so I continued this along the length of the stone;
A final image of the logo and edging;
The Picts never left any carvings of squirrels, so I studied photographs of red squirrels, a guide to draw such animals and an image in my mind of how a Pict might carve such a creature (Design © Hatch, Burn, Carve/Martin Wilson).
I carved the Pictish squirrel from a rough, reclaimed roof slate (complete with nails holes).
Here’s a couple of pics showing the before and after of the making of a trivet/cheeseboard. After drawing the Celtic knot, the design is transferred to the slate (a reclaimed roof slate in this instance) and the lines are drawn again using a chalk pencil.
I carved this particular slate cheeseboard in 2013 using a Dremel 3000 and silicon carbide burrs. After carving, the slate is thoroughly washed and protective feet applied to the back.
This one was sold in 2013, but I regularly make such pieces- just leave a comment, or email me (email@example.com).
On moving to my new house, I built the chicken coop pictured above from two pallets, recycled sarking boards and recycled slate. I essentially made the design up as I went along, but have plans if you would like me to build similar for your chooks.
I’ve kept chickens for a number of years now. They are fascinating, stupid, stubborn and lovely creatures. Yes, they show ‘cupboard-love’, but you can earn respect from them with some time and patience. I never get too ‘close’ to chickens which I keep as I see them as livestock, but they are individual sentient beings.
One big Blackrock which I kept really took a dislike to me- after all, I was the one who used to cover her in louse/mite powder and force tonic/vitamins down her throat in the coldest weather. But, slowly (and with lots of sweetcorn) she let me pick her up and I used to carry her round the garden like a big fluffy cat.
I absolutely abhor battery farms- there is simply no need to buy eggs from these places.
Think before you go for the ‘value’ eggs.