Thursday, January 21

occidental leather inc.

If you have been into any sizable hardware store (might have to be at a lumber yard) you will have seen Occidental Leather's tool belts and compenents. They also have a bunch of framing/mason bags, duffels and other hard wearing bags that could easily be repurposed for a weekender. Check the first one; Ironmouth. Great name for a piece of kit. North of $200 but good to know. The canvas stuff is less. Available in cream or brown canvas.





Last one might work for Mrs. Fencepost. Machinist's bag. $60ish.

Designed and produced in Sonoma County, CA... Occidental is a stickler for detail and insist on American made raw materials (leather, threads, rivets, etc.) and labor. They offer a lifetime repair (stitch & rivet) service on all of their leather products as a service to customers. -via Occidental Leather.

Wednesday, January 20

carpenter pencil prawn










Way more at PencilTalk.

bookshelf -36 miles of trouble

This fantastic pamphlet about the ill-fated West River Railroad of southern Vermont (1880-1936) was serialized in the Brattleboro Daily Reformer and then reprinted all-together in 1959. Great title btw... but the standout is the tone of writing; honest and witty. The 40 page publication is full of nuggets like;
"...the West River Railroad trains ran 'try-daily'.
That is they went down in the morning and try to get back at night."
Seldom was the line called by its proper names; The West River or Central Vermont or Brattleboro&Whitehall but instead referred to as "the narrow gauge" (which it was) shortened to "the gauge". Even when the rail was later widened to standard gauge the line was still referred to as "the gauge"; the valley itself loosely taking on that name. Even in the 1960's a trip up the valley from Bratt' to 'Derry was thus "going up the gauge". [love this stuff -ed.] The book also hints that there were plans to extend the line from South 'Derry through Winhall all the way to Peru. V neat.

Brattleboro Station, circa early 1890s. Photo from Picturesque Brattleboro, 1894
There were wood fired steam engines used and often the train would stop and it was everybody out to collect firewood... or the train would get bogged down in snow and everyone would tramp to the nearest farm and stay the night, or sleep in the snowed in cars... In 1935 one engine got stuck in the late winter snow and was abandanded till spring.. crazy.

Vermont State Parks has reprinted an abridged verison that you can see online but copies are still around on ebay.

So what though... well, the West River railbed has recently been converted to a great walking/biking/x-country whatever-you-want trail running from South Londonderry to the Jamaica State Park (map) thanks to the Friends of the West River Trail.

Below, the recently rebuilt depot building in South Londonderry. Meeting place for the Friends of the West River Trail. Read about the depot renovation at Badger&Associates.

Tuesday, January 19

for Oor Bill

BBC Sport eulogizes Bill McLaren who died on Tuesday. The voice of rugby. He was the soundtrack to my winter weekends, like John Madden for the US folk. Hell, I quoted him at my brother's wedding... Further reading at 10e.
The great secret of McLaren was not that he knew who everybody was and what they were about on a rugby field. Nor was it his tricks of speech and his neat turns of phrase, agreeable as they often were. The point of McLaren was that he was absolutely potty about rugby: and this mad love was something he loved to share. -via The Times.

The standards of behaviour and sportsmanship that he expected from a game that can occasionally tread on the wild side, are the standards to which we should all aspire. A perfectionist by nature, his match cards, containing every conceivable fact and figure on players, officials and even the groundsmen, were minor works of art and are sold for huge sums in charity auctions. Getting things absolutely right really mattered to McLaren. On match day he could not contemplate eating because of nerves. Yet come kick-off he appeared so relaxed and anecdotal he could have been standing on the touchline, sharing a dram with you. -via The Telegraph.

fried florentine -dinner in ninety seconds

Love having breakfast for dinner. Fried eggs (any kind of eggs really) and garlicky spinach.

Waiter story; I was working a brunch in London (this is just after Pulp Fiction came out) explaining all the options, eggs benedict (poached eggs with hollandaise), eggs florentine (poached eggs with spinach), eggs royale...
The gent cuts me off, "what is eggs royale?"
His lady jumps in w/o missing a beat, "with ChEesE!" Class.

an irish weaver's rugged remote life