Even when standing at the butcher counter, I can admire the skill of extracting a consistent cut while leaving the remaining carcass in a clean and solid mass. I can only picture the hacked remains and uneven surface that would be the result of any of my efforts.
Last year, I blogged about the remembering of old forges. Maybe a headstone to a dying art may be too strong an expression, but last week I did spot another memorial to another forge – in Inchigeela.
That was on my way west for the stone unveiling where my dreams of another craft were dispelled. Maybe it was just because I hadn’t considered advancing technologies moving into such an old trade but when I learnt that the typesetting and engraving of stone are now computerised, I definitely had the sense that not all technology is good.
Is there any tougher task than creating such a long lasting memorial to a master craftsman?