Very typical event here: Oh, a piece of rubber in the grass! Let's pick it up!
What the fuck. How long is this. Jeesus, I regret touching it now but I also want to keep going to see where it leads.
It went under the 1100 kg concrete beam, so I stopped there. Pulled out a few shorter lengths that were under this one.
It's old conveyor belt. There's lots of that here. Very tough and used as walkway on top of mud, which it sank into.
The detail of the horse heads, the singularity of the pommel, the filigrees, the Nordic-inspired blade.... It's one of those designs that always haunts my mind, and, despite it being a challenge, I felt it was a natural next step in my leather carving and moulding skills. It's been six months of slow progress in my free time, but I couldn't be happier with the result
"The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time. Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth Èorlingas!"
As emblematic as Narsil or Sting, and just as tied to its bearer, is Herugrim, the sword of the king of Rohan Théoden. And, for me, one of the most beautiful works of forge and blacksmithing ever designed
Iseki alternator belt is screeching and the tensioner is maxed out. Pro tip: Check how much space is on the tensioner and order a shorter belt, which means the tensioner will work longer before maxing out.