Taking time for yourself

If you work in a space that’s often clouded with toxicity, make sure you make time to get away from the ‘desk’ and breathe in the air.

By ‘space’ I mean industry.

By ‘away from your desk’ I mean down to the ocean.

The Rancilio Affair - An Update

Prototype wooden base number one happened last weekend… I say ‘Prototype’ as I stuffed up a cut, put it in the wrong spot and left the base having to be cut upside down, still, good experience! The glue up worked great, the clamps were fine, the process without an electric planer was totally fine.

I used a couple of my old Stanley Tools hand planes, and my Bosh orbital sander and brought the piece back to flat, well, flat enough for the prototype…

It taught me that cutting out the timber that I needed to remove to sit the drip-tray in, was a long old job without the dado set on my table saw, but it also taught me that maybe I should have whipped up a router sled type jig - which I might for next time…

Anyway, so you don’t fall asleep from boredom, here are a few photos of the weekend’s progress (if you don’t progress, but you get stuff done, is it still called progress?)

Also stripped out the entire internals of my little Rancilio, was cheered on by Rancilio USA over on Instagram, so, no pressure then! Haha…

More to follow.

The Rancilio

I’ve had this old Rancilio Silvia V3.0 for a few years now, and if it had a coffee counter on it, I’d say it’s done its time… Anyway, one of the things that has happened to Silvia is that she’s rusted out! Good Italian steel? My old Alfa Romeo was a rust bucket, too, I still miss it…

alfa-romeo-gtv-116.jpg

Yeah, she looked good from a distance, but up close, well…

Anyway, Silvia, she she’s rusted, she’s had her boiler replaced once, she needs a new over-pressure valve, but I want to keep her going, so I’ve started this project to rebuild her, slightly differently to what she originally way. There will be updates along the way for any of you that are interested, and for those of you that are not, here’s a collection of some of my cups of coffee from around the world.

I could tell you which one was my fave…

I could tell you which one was my fave…

Yeah, so, the start of the renovation (Can you renovate a coffee machine?) was the taking it apart and starting work to cut out some rust… Enough with words, pictures.


On the bench…

On the bench…

The insides…

The insides…

Yep, coffee machine porn… Well, rust porn, I dunno.

Yep, coffee machine porn… Well, rust porn, I dunno.

Photos with the Sony a7R Mk2 and the lovely FE f/1.4 35mm

I have undercoat and top coat on order, along with an over pressure valve and some replacement bits and pieces.

More next week, maybe, or the week after!

Back where there's nowhere to stay

I used to record songs when I was stuck for creativity, not for anything other than my own amusement / enjoyment etc, but there was that one time that I recorded a Neil Young track for my mum and dad, and dad, and after dragging out these old tracks tonight (I sent one to a friend for a laugh, hi Brittany, yes, I covered Britney!) I felt like sharing this one.

I only have one mum (more than one biological mum would be a bit tricky I suppose) but I have a couple of dads, and this can be for all of them I reckon. Not for the lyrics or the song particularly, or the song meaning, just for the memories of when they were young, sitting around listening to Neil and carrying on. For the vibe.

Here’s to the mum and dad’s in my life.

1.jpg
2.jpg