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Fancy a hot date?

Are you stuck for the ideal romantic gift, something that will last a lifetime and also be a daily reminder of your affection? Why not forge your love in steel?

Just south of Canberra is the Tharwa Valley Forge, where Karim Haddad has honed his exceptional craft and now teaches courses in the art of Japanese knife making.

Karim- our guru

Karim – our guru

He promised to help us make knives that will last 100 years.

His passion for his work is obvious and infectious. His 12-year-old daughter Leila is already a renowned artist who is the darling of the Japanese knife-making scene.

Leila is a very impressive young talent

Leila is a very impressive young talent

We too are now converted. So how does such a love affair begin?

Well, on day one it all looks very unassuming to begin with. The studio where much of the work takes place looks very orderly and there is no hint of the sparks that will fly, or the grinding, filing, cutting and drilling to come.

Our studio looks very clean and clinical for now!

Our studio looks very clean and clinical for now!

Also on hand to help is Dean Jard – a cut-throat razor expert who sharpens his blades under a microscope!

Dean focusing on his special cut throat razors

Dean focusing on his special cut throat razors

Paper, plastic and a pencil are our initial weapons of choice, selecting the type of knife you want to make, drawing out a template for the blade and measuring your hand for a handle perfectly sized to you.

Blade and handle shapes and templates to play with and get inspiration

Blade and handle shapes and templates to play with and get inspiration

 

The first cut at knife design

The first cut at knife design

 

RTFM - It looks so simple, right?

RTFM – It looks so simple, right?

 

The parts manual

The parts manual

Then it’s time to get all fired up at the forge! Steel bars are heated up in a small but perfectly formed gas-fired forge known as a pig. Though she be little, she is fierce – pumping out 1000C. It is vital to work the metal as fast as possible, hammering and stretching the metal before it quickly turns back to grey hard steel.

Into the fire

Into the fire

 

The first hit, to shape the tang

The first hit, to shape the tang

 

Girl with large hammer and searing hot metal

Girl with large hammer and searing hot metal

 

But the heat is fleeting and the beating needs to be fast and furious before the embryonic blade has to be plunged back into the furnace.

Red hot and dangerous

Red hot and dangerous

After repeated firing, hammering and cooling – the normalising and annealing process – the excess steel is cut off and the remainder is starting to take shape, but looks like a blackened, carbonised mess.

Love power tools!

Love power tools!

 

Carbon plating

Carbon plating

 

Looking more like rejects than hopefuls

Looking more like rejects than hopefuls

 

The blackened blade is blitzed on a grinder to remove the carbonized coating,

 

Grinding off the annealed knives

Grinding off the annealed knives

 

Half way through and it looks medieval

Half way through and it looks medieval

 

Ground off and ready for the next phase

Ground off and ready for the next phase

and then is ready to be tempered. Once more into the pig, but at a lower temperature (a mere 210C) and then soused in oil to cool it at speed.

and leave to bake on gas mark......

and leave to bake on gas mark……

After the final treatment, which rather unexpectedly consists of lining up the gnarly looking steels on a baking tray and popping them in the kitchen oven for an evening bake, day two dawns, with Karim having given an overnight initial polish and what yesterday looked positively bronze-age is starting to look like the heirloom we were hoping for.

Yesterday they didn't look much to be proud of.

Yesterday they didn’t look much to be proud of.

 

An overnight bake and polish throws a different light by morning

An overnight bake and polish throws a different light by morning

But now the heat is on in a very different way. Creating the final finish on the blade sounds easy, but this is no ordinary process.

It starts with a belt sander, and works its way through finer and finer grade sanding, draw-filing (dragging fine paper endlessly one way down the length of the blade and then polishing or linishing with the finest paper and then cardboard until there is no sign of any mark, flaw, line or blemish. It’s back-breaking, relentless sweaty work in 40C heat but Karim will not let you stop until the blade is perfectly smooth to the touch and his keen eye.

Sparks fly when you are having fun

Sparks fly when you are having fun

 

The draw-filing can take hours

The draw-filing can take hours

 

Until the blade glows like a strip of silver

Until the blade glows like a strip of silver

 

Endless hot, hard work

Endless hot, hard work

 

The blade is then covered in blue tape for protection while we turn our attention to creating the handles. Much like the uninspiring lump of steel that we began with, the buckets of woody chunks and slabs show little of their potential and none of their final promise.

Buckets of wood blocks for handle-making

Buckets of wood blocks for handle-making

 

You won't believe what this looks like in the end

You won’t believe what this looks like in the end

 

The main blocks are married with smaller pieces, which form the guard and slivers of metal and cardboard that make up the dividers. It all looks like something from a kiddies craft class, especially when the gluing, sticking and clamping happens.

Building the handle components

Building the handle components

 

Geoff's handles taking shape

Geoff’s handles taking shape

 

Gluing the handles

Gluing the handles

 

Glued, clamped and left to set

Glued, clamped and left to set

 

Far from looking like heirlooms

Far from looking like heirlooms

 

But then we bring out the sanding big guns, and the handles start to show hints of colour and form.

 

Cleaning off the glue and squaring the handle

Cleaning off the glue and squaring the handle

 

Handle squared but not yet shaped

Handle squared but not yet shaped

 

Shaping the handle on the belt sander

Shaping the handle on the belt sander

 

It’s not until the last moment when the oil is applied to the handles that the final magic happens and our heirlooms blossom into life.

Waiting for the final touches

Waiting for the final touches

 

Before the oil

Before the oil

 

Before and after

Before and after

 

Our finished knives

Our finished knives

 

Rightfully proud

Rightfully proud

 

The smile says it all

The smile says it all

 

We love our knives. We are proud of what we have created.  Japanese chefs believe our soul goes into our knives once we start using them.  What better gift could you give than your soul?

 

 

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And we’re back!

The fog has lifted from our broken website now we have left the outback and re-joined the internet world, so let’s start with a little treat from our Flickr account.

We have posted some new pictures and for those of you that don’t follow it very often, there are plenty of older ones that you will enjoy. It’s the weekend, so get clicking to enjoy some great images from around the Australian outback. 

And while you look at those, we will get busy finalising the stories from the last few months before we set out on the road again.

Thanks for sticking with us on our Facebook page and we are happy that normal blog service can now resume.

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Our home by the sea

We have managed to find all kinds of great places to stay and live in our travels. This time we are awash with even more good luck than usual.

 

At the weekend we piled everything we own into a little boat and set out for a our new home!

Thanks to good friends Adam, Kristen, Val & Dougie, who helped us score this gorgeous place, we are now living by the sea and our home can only be accessed by boat!

The Ku-ring-gai Chase National Park surrounds us on the land side and is home to our most inquisitive neighbour so far – Bob the blind wallaby. With no roads through the park, only fire trails leading to great waterfalls and native bush, the only sounds are birds, waves lapping against the foreshore and the occasional passing boat – bliss!

Here are a few snaps of the place. Yet again we are pinching ourselves for our good fortune and friends!

 

 

 

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Snowy mountains, serenity, cockatoos and kangaroos, of course!

 

 

“What are you doing today Mort?”

“Nothing,” he told her…

“You did that yesterday,” Wendy pointed out.

“Yeah I know, but I haven’t finished yet,” Mort insisted.

 

It could have come straight from the classic Aussie movie The Castle, and the Kerrigan family hilariously extolling the virtues of their holiday spot at Bonnie Doon on Lake Eildon, but it seems that the serenity at Lake Eildon isn’t just a comical movie moment.

 

Lake Eildon

Lake Eildon

Lake Eildon campsite

Lake Eildon campsite

Geoff gathers fire wood

Geoff gathers fire wood

 

We spent a couple of nights camping at Lake Eildon in our first week back in Australia. Apparently we were there at the same time as Wendy, Mort and a journalist from The Age newspaper.

We probably achieved as much as Mort during our visit. We didn’t get interviewed, but we did get photos!

 

Still waters at Lake Eildon

Still waters at Lake Eildon

Looking across Lake Eildon

Looking across Lake Eildon

Lake Eildon turned pink at sunset

Lake Eildon turned pink at sunset

 

Oh, and if you have not seen The Castle, please watch it – it’s a brilliant, wondrous movie.

The following week we took a short nostalgia trip. Two years ago Geoff and I spent our first night under canvas (well, nylon really) at a gorgeous spot in the Snowy Mountains range called Geehi Flats.

 

Our first ever campsite revisited at Geehi Flats

Our first ever campsite revisited at Geehi Flats

Camping under the shady trees at Geehi Flats

Camping under the shady trees at Geehi Flats

 

We decided to revisit the place that set off our camping bug and were greeted by a mob of kangaroos in the neighbouring paddock. It was as delightful as the first time and even more peaceful.

 

Kangaroo and joey at sunset at Geehi Flats

Kangaroo and joey at sunset at Geehi Flats

Guess who's coming to dinner?

Guess who’s coming to dinner?

Kangaroo interupted

Kangaroo interupted

Kangaroo forward guard

Kangaroo forward guard

Joey chews on the green grass at Geehi Flats

Joey chews on the green grass at Geehi Flats

Kangaroos at dusk at Geehi Flats

Kangaroos at dusk at Geehi Flats

Kangaroo at Geehi Flats

Kangaroo at Geehi Flats

Early morning at Geehi Flats

Early morning at Geehi Flats

 

The next day we headed off toward another old camping ground. The road took us past Tallangatta, made famous as “the town that moved” after it was relocated and the original site flooded as part of the Snowy Mountains hydro-electric project.

This was Tallangatta two years ago.

 

Old Tallangatta, two years ago

Old Tallangatta, two years ago

This is Tallangatta today.

The skeleton of the town of Tallangatta is re-emerging as the waters run dry

The skeleton of the town of Tallangatta is re-emerging as the waters run dry

 

The once drowned world is now a green and pleasant valley with the skeletons of homes and offices emerging from the earth once more.

Drowned world

Drowned world

A bright green valley lies where water once was and before that a thriving town

A bright green valley lies where water once was and before that a thriving town

 

Many parts of Australia have been suffering drought conditions for years, but to see Tallangatta exposed in this way is unusual. It is worrying and eerie to see.

 

How Tallangatta used to look before it was flooded

How Tallangatta used to look before it was flooded

The remains of one of Tallangatta's buildings are now exposed

The remains of one of Tallangatta’s buildings are now exposed

The roads and avenues can be clearly seen

The roads and avenues can be clearly seen

 

From the green and pleasant lands of Old Tallangatta we headed to Oura Beach, an out of the way campsite about 20kms out of Wagga Wagga.

 

A flurry of white and yellow

A flurry of white and yellow

 

On a lovely bend of the Murrumbidgee River we set up camp below a canopy of gum trees and a cacophony of white cockatoos.

What a fine display!

What a fine display!

On the wing

On the wing

The tree amigos

The tree amigos

The shady gum trees at Oura Beach

The shady gum trees at Oura Beach

River companions

River companions

Out on a limb

Out on a limb

Singing Superb Blue Wren

Singing Superb Blue Wren

 

You wouldn’t believe the noise those fellows make! As well as the normal slideshow at the end of this blog, we’ve made a little video so you can share in the wonderful, endless shouty parade that is white cockies at play.