Pete,
I didn't say I was watching BHF - and I wasn't!
But to get this back on thread, I used to love watching my dad repairing shoes with the three-legged iron last, a hammer, and some "rivets", as he used to call them, but were actually tacks. But shoes were always repaired in those days, not intoday's throw away age. One thing that he planted just after the war was a Cox's Orange Pippin apple tree, which I think he ordered from some advertiser in "The Smallholder". When we left the house in 1950s and it was then in it's second year of fruiting. It was still there last year on Google Street View and it must now be over 75 years old.
Maurice
Pete,
I didn't say I was watching BHF - and I wasn't!
But to get this back on thread, I used to love watching my dad repairing shoes with the three-legged iron last, a hammer, and some "rivets", as he used to call them, but were actually tacks. But shoes were always repaired in those days, not intoday's throw away age. One thing that he planted just after the war was a Cox's Orange Pippin apple tree, which I think he ordered from some advertiser in "The Smallholder". When we left the house in 1950s and it was then in it's second year of fruiting. It was still there last year on Google Street View and it must now be over 75 years old.
Maurice
Grandad repaired nan's best court shoes with a last. They lasted for years. Hr repaired all our shoes till the modern shoes came in. And He would re tack the carpet up the stairs.
I still have Nan's cast iron mint chopper, I refuse to throw it out, it comes in handy, as a tool and grandad's stool he made at school. I either have to kneel these days or sit on it to paint and things or just lie on the floor.