Bolton’s Bench ~ A wood veneer card for Lyndhurst

The local tradition is that a dragon had his den at Burley Beacon, about 3 miles east of Bisterne, at Burley. He “flew” every morning to Bisterne, where he would be supplied with milk. In order to kill the dragon, a valiant knight named Berkeley built a hide, and with two dogs lay in wait. The creature came as usual one morning for its milk, when the hide door was opened the dogs attacked it,…

Looking for the wood in the trees

Just doing a little homework.  We are always looking for inspiration and new ideas. Did you know that this year we have increased the range of our own designed unique products to 110.  That’s not saying our other products are exactly common, from wooden ties to wooden roses, there is not much that cannot be made from wood and as we’ve been open over 25 years we’ve built up quite a range. for instance, we…

Keep your eyes peeled for the Old Forest Folk

There’s a lot of Old Forest Folk can be seen in the New Forest: First, there’s Old Mob; if you meet him down one of the forest rides, I’d suggest you don’t stop to ask directions! Then there’s the Wise Woman, but don’t trust the mushrooms she’s picking, we’re not sure she’s that wise! The woodsman is OK, just don’t sneak up behind him, anyone who uses two axes can’t be that stable (but he…

For VERY naughty children

We have a range of sand timers, these are all made from recycled bobbins (from English wool mills) The wood is at least a couple of hundred years old, with beaten pewter around the rims. The smallest is 3 minutes, the rest on the lower shelf are 5 minutes, including the taller ‘bubble’ timer where the sand-glass itself raises to the top, whilst dropping sand. On the top shelf they are all hour-glasses (with black…

The story of a little wooden pebble and it’s trip to the smoke

We had a lady phone us: “Do you still have any of those wooden pebbles, only I’m going to London and I’ve lost mine!”  After assuring her we had plenty she finished the conversation saying she’ be straight in. Slightly bemused, we waited and sure enough about half an hour later a lady came in, “I’ve come for a pebble, my train’s at 4 “.  After rummaging1 through our pile of pebbles, she deferentially placed…