Foiled

[Celt_Ginger]

There I was. A piece of Sycamore that had been drying all over the winter in one hand and my fire bow in the other. Bowing away for all I was worth. Smoke was starting to billow from the drill, and, for the first time ever, just beginning to come from the ember pan. I was sweating. Could this be it? Could this be the first proper ember. I was about to triumpth! Then, "OH MY GOD!, Are you trying to light a blooming fire on my good kitchen floor?" "Well love, it is raining outside" "@&$@&&%" was the reply
Lost!! Ember was out, and once again failure. Ah well, better luck next time.

 

[BobFromHolland]

The drama really does drip out of your story. Man, do I feel sorry for you!

You will get there!

Best of luck,
Bob

 

[Salix]

comiserations mate,

This very thing has been driving me crazy , consuming my every thought

Brown dust.............smoke..............black dust...............any second....................arghh spindle slips yet again............grazed nuckles........................back to square one

I am even dreaming about the damn thing

mark

 

[jdlenton]

Wife shouts down from upstairs "its half eleven and i can smell smoke what the hell are you doing" i have been where you are Celt and understand completly, at the moment i'm drying my hand drill set so it wont be a couple of weeks before i get shouted at again and have to start over.

James

 

[JohnC]

It's amazing the grief you get when you do something simple in the kitchen. I got the same reaction when I melted beeswax on the stove...tch!

 

[Infragreen]

Caveman sitting on floor: Don't mind the smoke, I've opened a window.
Wife in armchair watching telly: Mmhmm...
Csof: Getting awful much smoke here...
Wiawt: Whatcha doing, exactly?
Csof: THIS! GOT IT!
Wiawt: YAY!

Slomo replay: Wiawt: Y-A-Y-!

Even though she can't spin up an ember with a Gyptian bow drill, strike a spark onto charcloth with my handcrafted strikers or even properly flic a bic...
Gotta love her!

Infy

PS. Wives are not got, they're grown and cultivated. Everything you do must at least SEEM to be all for their sake.

 

[BorderReiver]

It's amazing the grief you get when you do something simple in the kitchen. I got the same reaction when I melted beeswax on the stove...tch!

Or lead,or boil up fomes fungus with wood ash in a good pan.

Man it's a hard life.

 

[gaz_miggy]

Brown dust.............smoke..............black dust...............any second....................arghh spindle slips yet again............grazed nuckles........................back to square one

how familiar this sounds

 

[Toddy]

Hey, it's *my* kitchen! They can yell all they like about what am I doing *Now*???? Okay, I will admit the burning leather was a bitty much; and the ammonia, weeeelllll we don't go there indoors now; the new doormat's nice though
They got revenge......they fitted smoke alarms We've still got four of them, in one wee house
I swear that the next one that goes off will become a frisbee.
On the other hand, they don't try sampling *anything* until they've asked first Did you know that apple bark, boiling for dye, smells like making jam? There they were, tongues hanging out, thinking afternoon tea, fresh scones, jam and cream and all I was bothered about was the colour wasn't quite right


Cheers,
Toddy who's found the smilies again

 

[Ogri the trog]

Some great reads here so far guys,
Keep at it, relax a bit and you'll get there. When you do the feeling is tremendous.

ATB

Ogri the trog

 

[Nemisis]

You think you've got problems? My latest fem companion thinks bushcraft is sunbathing in a hammock between two palm trees and roughing it is having to wait for her champers.
lol
Dave.