It all started in the 1960’s when I was in High school in England which I absolutely hated. About the only class that I enjoyed was woodshop and after doing well in the mandatory wooden tent peg exercise was allowed to progress to more exciting projects such as the oak medicine cabinet assembled painstakingly with blind dovetails at each corner.

Finally after more than two years I was allowed to work with some of the power tools and created my piece de resistance – a solid oak bowl. I mention the bowl because other than memories it is the only part of my younger life that I still posses. It still looks good after almost fifty years.

Then on to college, as it happened for the next five years until I could get a real job and spend the next twenty years engineering in the broadcast industry and the next twenty five years running my own software company. During this period I travelled several million miles for work and never had the place or time to own any sort of workshop.

A few years ago now a close friend, neighbor and motorcycling buddy passed away from cancer and his widow asked me to help clean up his basement workshop, relatives had cleared out the tools but left all the remaining wood which turned out to be a lot of scrap but some awesome rough walnut boards and a couple fine curly maple pieces. I just had to do something with the wood, there was no way I could burn it with the scrap. By this time I had a pretty basic workshop, enough to do most of the maintenance work on the house we lived in and the 12 car detached garage that was mostly office space for our company so I pondered it.

Hey dummy, why not make a cutting board out of the wood you are thinking of burning? To cut a very long story short we still have board number 1 and it is still being used daily and the workshop is what you see on the homepage of this site. Thanks for spending the time reading. Cheers David.