Then I got to dig out all my deep-throat clamps to repair the cracked ribs.
One of my favorite clamps:
Dab on a bit of George Kirby’s finest paint.
And for a final touch we had an impromptu firing of the foundry last night. We melted down a pile of old oarlocks, which for some reason make a lot of slag, green flames, and billow noxious smoke.
Here is Marieke making the mold.
And me pouring. Wow this is some weird bronze.
A bit of grinding an polishing.
And it works. Look. A new bow eye. Roy calls it a nose ring.
BJ made a nice breasthook for the Thunder Liver.
Roy needed some big oarlocks for his big fat oars.
Foundry work is so fun. I took a lot of the same cool picture.
The casting winds down.
And the polishing begins. In addition to the bronze, we polished of some Bushmills. This morning the bronze was a lot shinier than we were.