The Log store ...

Last week, I assembled a log store -

It was the first time since woodwork in secondary school that I'd used a screwdriver - 

In my mum and dad's garage, there's the small book case I made when I was twelve years old - 

I can remember planing the wood, the smell and feel of the shavings - 

The wood work classroom was a strange kingdom of sawdust - 

There were boys' initials carved into the surface of the benches - 

The blades of the chisels were like bright narrow teeth - 

I placed my Sci Fi pulps into my skewed shelves, my Moorcocks, my Bradburys - 

Soon I would place apple logs in the log store - 

I still had my copy of Something Wicked This Way Comes -  

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Friday April 22 2015

The garden

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset