• I spent a happy week apprenticing on a dry stone wall up Leeds way years ago. It was late autumn and the weather was harsh. The only other people on the course were asbo kids on a trip away and a family of american tourists. They were all fucking useless.
    The job turns your hands to leather, trimming stones in the palm of your hand with a lump hammer is no joke.

    We did find old beer bottles and fag packets tucked in the infill of the wall we repaired so the line about carving messages on the stones made me smile

  • I can imagine it would turn hands into nerveless paws. Cold days would be brutal. Still, I fancy it. Some people have said they'd rather bcome woodsmen but that made me think of your stories of tree felling and it gave me a good laugh!

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