It just sits there, dreaming in its bed, which is a suitcase. A lovely vintage suitcase, my lovely vintage suitcase. He gets out every now and then for some grub or a walk of which he takes himself, and can shit were ever he likes. How lovely it must be, to be that dog.
I’m sat swinging in my hammock wraped in a blanket staring at it… or him. I’m wandering if he thinks about the year that’s past, does he feel acheived, relieved or think “by… that was a rough old year”?
A rough year is what i would call last year… it was one of those years where there’s only enough of you for one. Yet thinking back it was an incredibly productive year and overall a very good one. Which makes absolutely no sense but then this is my mind. I think I’m trying to say, it was filled with so much change. But changes which on reflection are absolutely for the best.
With change comes uncertainty. Stopping the workbench business was a massive thing. Launching our first Premium Video was also just as huge, and we were already running on half a cylinder after the shite of the year prior.
This year will be the first year that this blog has been integrated fully in to our working life. It’s a positive start although if I could have one thing it would be to delay the ‘new’ year until Feb. Until then it’s just loose ends and there’s a lot of them. Since closeing the benches we’ve been busy trying to get ahead of ourselves, (which hasn’t happened yet) and many of the daily jobs have been neglected whilst we get in a new driveway, some drainage and other fun stuff.
The next and final job is to rearrange the workshop from bench production to hand tool furniture workshop. And get to grips with the new filming equipment that’s just arrived.
Then the New Year begins.