WoodisGood

Mehari wanders in looking for a mantlepiece for his home, he's the second mantlepiece-seeker that morning.  He falls for a chunky two metre 200x100 piece of Blackwood salvage-milled by pioneer agroforester Jason Alexandra after the Ash Wednesday more than forty years ago.
 
Rough-sawn and looking like a blackened railway sleeper, after a dozen passes through Fair Wood’s thicknesser Mehari’s hunch is confirmed by a familiar dark shimmering, curling, rippled grain. The transformation from dusty raw material to something takes both of our breaths away. 

 

Mehari leaves, Blackwood carefully cradled in his arms, a piece of timber that will sit above his fireplace holding family treasures, its story shared, its grain admired, perhaps for generations. 

Like the Fair Wood warehouse Wifi password says WoodisGood