My woodwork teachers(and especially the old boy technician who ran the workshops) were awesome and by far my best memories of school. The two main teachers were best mates, a folk duo, took us on regular mtb trips along the Ridgeway, actually taught us how to make stuff and treat tools with respect. They also ran the warhammer and rc clubs.
The technician was a retired clock-maker and engineer. Turned up to school every day in a 1920’s Bugatti rain or shine, had industrial-era mutton chops. Taught us how to superglue wounds, dig out splinters and once I settled on doing guitar-making at university he spent at least 2 lunchtimes a week for a year patiently teaching me how to do marquetry and mother of pearl inlay. I owe those guys a lot.
My woodwork teachers(and especially the old boy technician who ran the workshops) were awesome and by far my best memories of school. The two main teachers were best mates, a folk duo, took us on regular mtb trips along the Ridgeway, actually taught us how to make stuff and treat tools with respect. They also ran the warhammer and rc clubs.
The technician was a retired clock-maker and engineer. Turned up to school every day in a 1920’s Bugatti rain or shine, had industrial-era mutton chops. Taught us how to superglue wounds, dig out splinters and once I settled on doing guitar-making at university he spent at least 2 lunchtimes a week for a year patiently teaching me how to do marquetry and mother of pearl inlay. I owe those guys a lot.