It has been quite some time since I last wrote about TRH (The Retired Husband) and his mancave.
‘Tis a place he disappears into every morning. All I hear is the endless grind and scrunch of machinery. Pre-Christmas was a busy time. He made some beautiful gifts for the boys. To my shame and horror, I realise I don’t have photos! I will have to beg forgiveness and plead for him to pass some on to me so I can share them with you.
He has spent many months tweaking the space, the machinery and the constant creation of sawdust. It goes without saying there is a lot of sanding. Woodwork will do that. As for sawdust – it has a habit of sneaking into every crevice, nook and cranny. I know. It leaves a fine layer of dust. Everywhere.
But not in TRH’s mancave anymore! Last year he made a sawdust vacuum cleaner thingamijig that works better than a Dyson. True that. However, he was not satisfied. As you can see from the above photo, his mancave has an impressive array of pipework. All of that is to catch sawdust.
This is the magic table for sanding upon. When said work is being performed the suction thingy is turned on. You can feel the air being sucked in if you hold your hand over those little holes.
All the sawdust gets sucked into that container through the holes and from there it flows along the kilometres of pipes into the collection box outside in the carport. Voila! No dust.
Today he proudly announced that he can feel the difference in his lungs when he breathes. Well, duh! (I must at this point digress – TRH is not big on using or wearing safety or protective devices. Which makes me think his lungs must be extremely grateful for the lack of sawdust…)
I look forward to a plethora of amazing woodwork emerging from the mancave.
© Raili Tanska