Little Wonder

As The Bard famously writes, usually in life it's "When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions." (Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5) Yep, sorrows. And so true is this that it's one of the few Bardisms I inflict on folks in day-to-day life. But old Will missed a trick - joys are coming in battalions at the moment! Totally unexpectedly I had a parcel from Mr Phil Edwards of Philly Planes (I fear we may have stumbled into another one of those Battles of Generosity. Note to other Selves engaged in these on-going wars: more "self", Selves!).


No way I can adequately described my delight really, and the pic doesn't do it justice at all. Literally straight out of the envelope and onto the nearest piece of scrap (couldn't help myself). I've hopelessly failed to demonstrate the handy size, the gorgeousness of the wood, the fineness of the mouth, etc etc. Phil's not getting great reviews just 'cos he's a nice bloke; though he is that too.

Those persons at the Mini Bash last year will remember the dinky smoother Phil brought along? Well my drooling at the time didn't go unnoticed and apparently this is the result. 'Tis in Cocobolo, although I gather from Phil he thinks that might be the last in that problematic timber. Another tool maker succumbs to its side-effects, alas. But hey, in't she a beauty? Love the round-top iron.  Anyway, you may assume I'll be revisiting this one with proper specs and try to get some pics to do it justice. Not to gloat, of course; just for completeness.

Yeah, okay; and to gloat just a little. Is that so wrong? Well even if wrong, understandable at least...

Thanks, Phil!