We all know of the mythical evening spent in front of the fire repairing inner tubes in a time before tubeless goo.

I’ve just spent the best part of the evening fletching arrows in front of my fire with a bottle of good red and Augustines shufflin’ around on Spotify that gave me much the same contented feeling of working without it being a chore.

What little jobs from your life or hobbies can you do in front of the fire on a dark autumn evening?

Netflix doesn’t watch itself you know.

Drinking a glass of port.

DW.

shelling nuts.

not a euphemism either.

DW.

When we spoke on the matter, she always referred to it as a “little” job.

Tidy up in the shed revealed 4 tubes to sort out,draw up a new work bench design and cupboard as old kitchen unit which has been storage cum bench is looking a bit distorted now.
Got 4 old cottage style doors good thick heavy timber to use for it,donated by a friend.

Fire? Soft southerners…

DangerWank

cum bench

I have not lived…

Gathering bellybutton fluff and general scratching are two of my faves.

DW.

100% this

Fire? Soft southerners…

He’s in the Midlands.

Wheel building.

Inspecting the inside of my eye lids.

I’ve just spent the best part of the evening fletching arrows in front of my fire

Helical? And the real question,left or right wing?

pffft. only if you know an ambidextrous plastic turkey.

these are club arrows.
The joys of the equipment officer.
Although I’m going to take to calling myself Quartermaster I think.

felching arrows ? something akin to the red arrows ?

How might one synchronise such a fireside activity, and how big a hearth rug to accommodate ?

Jeez, rural middle england 😯

Quality street tin (from when they did tins) with all the little tins of Kiwi and Cherry. Brushes and cloths, line up all the family shoes and get a bit of shine back on, Dubbin for the old boots, spray of Grangers for the new. Good mug of tea or glass of IPA. Good times.

Making luuurve to a beautiful lady.
Apparently.
I haven’t got a fireplace.

Making luuurve to a beautiful lady.

Only when the missus is out 🙂

when the missus is out

DW.

felching arrows ? something akin to the red arrows ?

How might one synchronise such a fireside activity, and how big a hearth rug to accommodate ?

Jeez, rural middle england
That’s fletching arrows! Once upon a time every working man and boy had to spend time practicing archery, a working-class requirement, not an upper-class pastime.

a working-class requirement, not an upper-class pastime.

Fitting, given the OP’s schooling.

a working-class requirement, not an upper-class pastime.

Exactly! Just like organic cheese-making and bread making.
No, wait, that’s not right….

Fitting, given the OP’s schooling.

Hey, at least we had schools in our county. Do you still have “those” dreams about your governess?

Once upon a time every working man and boy had to spend time practicing archery, a working-class requirement, not just an upper-class pastime.

Hundreds of years of culture disappeared……….

Always fancied whittling but never got around to it. A spotify rabbit hole and wine suits though.. Recently watched “The Horn” on redbull tv which has made me want to join mountain rescue… highly recommended watch if anyone wants to kill 6 hours.

Nice warm evening, sit outside, after saving up the failed inner tubes for a year, bucket of water to detect the punctures, full of beers chilling at the bottom of it, top up accordingly with tubes n beer. Challenge is to be able to remain in her good books by the end of the annual puncture repair session.

Inspired by the recent sewing thread, I’ve bought a machine so I’ll be sat in front of that for most of this winter. No booze, still dry for October and quite like it.

rolling a j?

Lego

I quite like truing wheels, fixing dings, watching curb your enthusiasm

Mending holey sock and gloves.

Maybe a bit of whittling

Fire? Soft southernersMidlanders…

I go in the garage & build sea fishing rigs to use on the North East coast in winter.

I’ve just spent the best part of the evening fletching arrows in front of my fire with a bottle of good red

Not sure I would associate anything to do with arrow making as a “slowly getting drunk in front of the fire” sort of job – too messy and too time consuming and too much scope for cocking it up.

Renewing centre servings on bowstrings however …

Wheel building.