The story so far: We bought a garden table over ten years ago – it wasn’t cheap. After it had been left in a pool of Welsh rainwater for a year, some of the top had the audacity to rot. Ten years is no age for a table to be scrapped (I bought the table I use as a workbench in 1985, when it was already about thirty years old and I wasn’t, and I’m only now thinking I may have had my fifteen quid’s worth) so I decided that it should be rescued. Hence the Workmate thingy and a saw. I had already cut away the rotten wood and upset a lot of woodlice.
As you will know from the first Palletable DIY post, I had already dismantled a pallet to provide the raw material for the repair. I was keen to avoid using power tools because they use energy and I am a wuss and scared of them, so I used a hand saw to cut the first piece and produce a curved edge to fit the round bit in the middle of the table. Well, the term “curved edge” is being optimistic. “Wobbly, jagged edge” would be a better description!
I resorted to a power tool – well, the solar panels would replace the energy I used from the grid – and cut a less jagged but still a bit wobbly curve on the right-hand piece. I had already decided that recreating a fully round table was a) well beyond my DIY skills (in fact, so far beyond that it was in another county) and b) not very permaculturey/Taoist (the wood I was using was already a pleasing rectangular shape). Anyway, the last dude to have a round table ended up being stabbed in both lungs by his mate and then having to sleep through a rock concert once a year (possibly).
With all the pieces cut, I screwed them in place, using another power tool (ooh, aren’t I all macho? Well, no…) in the shape of my drill pretending to be a screwdriver.
Now to sand the whole thing down, ready for painting… I’ll put a picture up when that is done. And I’ve cleaned the paint off the patio, my hands, the dogs, the sheep in the field…