Last edited by NorthernYeti; 08-02-2014 at 02:54 PM.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar, I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Brilliant! Love it,
I only worry what will happen when you run out of leather....
When life gets you down...Hammock!
It's amazing how far away the world can feel when you're suspended just two foot off the ground!
I scalped my mates sofa for the leather a while back.
It was only a couple of nights ago I cut the pieces out for a new brewkit bag but the needles I have are rubbish. I always use fishing braid for stitching as nothing will break it.
Nice bag mate.
You brave lads, my misses would skin me if I touched our sofa with a knife! (it isnt that old BTW) cracking idea tho' nice goods.
Cheers
Tim
"Travel a thousand miles by train and you are a brute;
pedal five hundred on a bicycle and you remain basically a bourgeois;
paddle a hundred in a canoe and you are already a child of nature.".