As I headed in to the workshop this morning, the big white bird was on station. I tried to get a picture and it flew away, complaining. We have established a routine.
As I headed in to the workshop this morning, the big white bird was on station. I tried to get a picture and it flew away, complaining. We have established a routine.
One of the pleasant surprises is that forging is not anywhere near as kinetic as I expected it to be. There’s a lot of “wait for the metal to heat” then “find the right spot” and hit it a few times, followed by “figure out where to hit it next” and back into the heat. So you’re not emulating a trip-hammer and just wailing away at the metal, which means it’s not tearing up the wrists or elbows. Mostly you lift the hammer and let gravity do its thing.
My day began with a bit of panic. Where are my car keys?
It’s pretty out here.