Dee Synnott Woodcraft

I think I had a batch of these years ago.

Making a small salt pot. Keep meaning to turn more of these and find a shape I really like. They even have a loosely fitting lid.

Nice. Happy with the usefulness of this now. The leather was a bit floppy but a bit of beeswax from the hives and it's doing the job. Should give many years of use.
I added some hardware on the top edges of the sheath. Two small bolts. They'll stop the blade splitting it apart.
Well pleased.

Been sorting through the quite minimal tree damage post storm here. All the birch trees in the haggard dropped their tips. I suspect in a survival strategy. Working with the billhook to prep them for deadhedgeing. Kept having to put it down. So I'm making a sheath for it. Should fit on my belt.

Kitara decided to curl up on my lap earlier. And now she's carefully stacked her paws under her chin. Can't move. Too cute.

It's an endgrain vessel. But I've seen pictures of both in the same style.

Outside of owl pellet I'd say a possibility of a cat that ate too much rodent in one go. As a servant of a cat, it seems familiar.

Sometimes my workshop gets clean. This was one of those times. Spring means I should really do this again.

I'd always assumed it was some sort of transporter accident involving pasties and pizza. Either Trek or Brundle.

Spent the weekend hanging out with friends and enjoying being together and being in the landscape and town and in nature. And we even had a bit of time while chatting to get a bit of crafty fun in.
Made a little wooden Brigid's triskel with Birch and Nettle string. It's lovely, wonky, and special.

Have you seen the rest of them? There's loads of nautical themed bollards near it.

More? Like, fighting things that should be dead but just keep coming back seems evergreen.

Sticker opposite what was a small community garden in the heart of Limerick city.

I love the chip carving you do. So elegantly elevates already lovely things!!

A triple nested bowl of Sycamore(Acer) from over the hill at home here in Tipp. Turned on a foot-powered lathe .
Playing with heritage craft. On a woodlathe recycled from society's discarded "rubbish". Using tools made from what was once the suspension system of a car.
Sustainable heritage craft.

It was a pretty magical adventure. Fording streams in a beat up car, seeing deer running as a herd, and hiking the last bit into what for us felt like deepest forest.

Double nesting a bowl set while at market. It's a hard thing to concentrate on and occasionally have chats with interested and interesting folks as they pass. But it is a joy to show the craft to people.

Upon the whole garden outside. A small river had broken it's banks and was running right outside the veranda of the lodge. The building was how I imagine a hunting lodge in Africa would have looked from the same period. And that added to the oddity of it.
I love those books.

I once visited the crumbling hunting lodge he likely wrote this in up in hard to reach hills in Mayo. He hid from the ww1 there from what I gather. The roof was still on the building at the time and it felt like a set for some fantastical worldwalking thing. The landscape around it having encroached

An old mechanism for locking a butter container. I spotted some pictures of this on the Internet a while back and, having need one a butter pot, I set to make some of the gorgeous Sycamore from over the hill into something a bit more useful than firewood. It's turned out rather lovely.

My favourite skill figured out and my favourite cup made so far.
This is a Lámhóg.
It's turned from wood on a spring lathe. The special bit, for me, is that the handle is fully part of the cup. It's a particular thing that can be achieved through figuring our how this ancient technology works.