22/08/2026
204,000+ followers… it still floors me. And with that many people here and many fans, I feel I should share this picture again — because without this man, none of this would exist. My Grandad, Alfred was the best woodturner I’ve ever seen — he was the man who shaped my entire woodturning life. He taught me the craft, the patience, the pride, and the joy of turning. He gave me a proper production woodturners apprenticeship, then years of working side‑by‑side… but what meant the most was that he was my best friend.It’s been almost 34 years since he passed, and I still miss him every single day. There are moments at the lathe where I swear I can feel him beside me — in the rhythm, in the standards he drilled into me, in the way I steady my hands. Some people leave memories. He left a heartbeat in the work. If I could have one more day with anyone, it would be a hard choice between him and my parents. What I would give for just one more day turning shoulder‑to‑shoulder, sharing the quiet, the laughter (he had a great sense of humour), the sawdust, the life we loved. I don’t have many photos of Grandad, but this one is exactly how he lives in my mind — cow gown, cap, and covered in wood dust. That’s the man who made me the turner I am. And every follower, every comment, every bit of support keeps his legacy spinning on the lathe with me.