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Building a wood store

A couple of months ago my brother-in-law asked me if I fancied building a wood store for their porch.

Obviously my answer was yes. Hell yes.

So I went walking around the local building sites to see what I could scavenge and piled my gym (their garage) up with scrap wood.

Locally scavenged Oxfordshire pallet wood

I don’t possess any wood working skills beyond the fact that my dad is a carpenter, which means I don’t possess any wood working skills. This wasn’t impressing the pallet wood much as I pulled apart the wonky and off square cuts.

After a couple of hours wrestling with a crow bar, I started cutting and screwing things together. I was whistling and giggling to myself like a mad-genius inventor, picturing the luxury three-tiered wood store with in-built pre-dried kindling dispenser that I was about to create.

A couple of hours later I stepped back and took in the beginnings of my ingenious design:

A humbling ‘expectation vs reality’ moment

Ok so it was more tears than tiers, but it was standing, I giggled even louder to myself as I reached for more wood and more screws.

Tiers! (ok, not three tiers, but still…)

It was clear this wasn’t going to end out being the luxury wood-palace that I had envisioned, but I was feeling pretty smug about the whole project so I whistled my way back into the house to make myself a cup of tea before turning my attention to the aesthetic side of things:

Bear with me

I’d created Frankenstein’s wood store. luckily it was not alive, which meant it was unlikely to go on a rampage and get torched by angry villagers. But it was still pretty ugly so I did the DIY equivalent of covering up a spillage with newspaper, I painted it.

And just like that, I’d built a wood store.

It wasn’t even that ugly:

Pallet Log Store

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