In our previous workshop time had allowed us to create a systematic approach to building workbenches. The fine tuned layout allowed the work to flow like a human driven conveyor belt; from timber entering through the door to passing over machines, and as the wood traveled physically from the front the the back of the workshop it became progressively more workbench shaped.
Richard and I are close. We live together, work together and would certainly consider each other best friends. Through this I have always had a very clear understanding of how he works and can anticipate which process will come next and when he will be in need of assistance.
Distractions are a big bug bear of working for yourself, and so knowing when to keep out of each others way is often more important than offering help. This works both ways and has been learnt from the devastation of many morning’s plans after a mere innocent line of gossip over a pot of tea.
When we moved workshop recently we anticipated a considerable settling in period. We’re long enough in the tooth to know that you can’t iron out every crease in production just by thinking things through. You have to allow some things to trip you up before you give them your full attention.
The dynamics of the workspace have changed now and through this I have observed one or two of Richard’s weird ways which I hadn’t noted before. In this smaller space the bench components no longer travel along the workshop, but remain almost stationery and appear to grow and form organically as tools are brought over in precise sequence. Richard is a very patient sort of person; generous and helpful if you need anything. But my observation of late is that he is possessive. Not selfish or greedy in the slightest, but oh so protective of his workspace.
Observation of the week: Do not move a craftsman’s tools.