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No rush, MBE
Now we know it will last for 2 years, we can all make one
Never one for 'urrying, me.
It seems to be standing the test of time relatively well.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard Kipling
Looks absolutely brilliant MBE! Any chance of sharing your secret on how to make one?
That's not exactly very easy, as I sort of made it up as I went along. Much depended on what materials I could get my hands on.
Using the photo of the original as a guide, I started by pinching a couple of lengths of 4"x2" (actually more like 4"x1½") from my mate round the corner (we share stuff when we've got it.) I drilled a hole in the middle of them and bolted them together to form an X shape. I tacked a couple of pallet slats between them to brace them in the position I wanted them, and the right distance apart to get a good size. Then I clad the sides and ends with some tongue and groove I'd salvaged from an old door. I think without the T&G the sides would have bowed out under the weight of the compost inside. I cut the corners off the legs to make the feet flat, lined with some spare pond liner I had knocking about (with holes in the bottom for drainage), and painted with spare shed / fence stuff.
As I say, I'm no chippie, but I worked slowly, patiently and methodically. It did give me confidence though, so I've built a log store too:
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard Kipling
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