PHOENIX TRAMPOLINE CLUB (TELFORD)

Ever said yes when asked and when everyone has gone you realise what it is that you have actually said yes to? Well as a result I shall be flaunting my 3/8” Fuller and swinging my Swages down at Blists Hill on 25th October. To those of you that are still in the dark, I shall be attempting to keep my eyebrows whilst performing that elite of crafts blacksmithing.

As a trainee pyromaniac and basic iron basher, it is my ambition to create a wrought iron piece of craftsmanship, perhaps a full size portcullis or maybe a lattice fence, keep dreaming, it will most likely be a poker or a horse clog, anyhow I will, whilst attempting to maintain my dignity, along with the hair and skin on my arms, and under the supervision of two Master Blacksmiths, be putting my talent to the test by knocking seven bails of effluent out of some poor unsuspecting piece of ore and skilfully transforming it to different shaped piece of ore, possibly resembling something that once looked like a perfectly good piece of ore.

Well if you feel inclined, pop down to see some idiot in an apron brandishing some V Bit Tongs and playing with a twisting wench (or should that be wrench) and pretending to be a blacksmith (don’t forget your horse).