Lost Trades Fair – a huge success, even for people without beards…

Given the huge crowds attending the Lost Trades Fair over the Labour Day weekend, perhaps some of the wonderful trades on display aren’t really lost at all.  More hiding their lights under a bushel – or a bushy beard.

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While I presume having a beard was not a necessary pre-requisite (and there were one or two women stall-holders – definitely beardless) there was a definitely a bristle of beards about. More collective nouns for beards here.  Just saying.

Saddle makers, scythe makers, furniture makers, jewellers, armourers, blacksmiths, boat builders, musical instrument makers (and players), carvers, builders, sewers, spinners, fletchers, hedgers, printers and cobblers.

I’ve barely skimmed the surface but suffice to say there were all kinds of makers and craftspeople at this year’s Lost Trades Fair, held in Kyneton, Victoria.  And yes, the men were out in force. Forget the quilts and jams and cakes and embroidery (are none of those ‘trades’?)  This time it was definitely the men’s turn, where they were free to ogle a wooden kayak (yes of course it was handbuilt) or dream of attending a knife-making course or consider spending 100 hours making a bamboo fishing rod.

A certain policeman of my acquaintance loved the Fair, but did idly wonder why the so-called oldest trade of all was not represented.  He felt it might be a very popular stall…

It wasn’t just the sights that were interesting.  The smells included scrumptious food stalls (all of the gourmet variety); the hint of fresh timber; and the tang of burning hoof (a farrier was there, hot-shoeing some patient ponies).   The sounds were similarly amazing: hatchet into timber (the wooden spoon-maker); music (live folk bands); the steady thump of steam-driven machines; beautiful bells; the ring of hammer on iron; makers spruiking their craft; and everywhere the buzz of fascinated people.

The event was beautifully organised by local couple (and artisans) Glen and Lisa Rundell.  My kids thought the coconut shy was an absolute highlight (a fundraiser for the local cricket club).

I was moved to think about how much longer everything takes when you are doing it by hand, but how much more time you might have for thinking.

2018-03-21T14:55:39+00:00 March 10th, 2015|Life|0 Comments

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  1. Jane Bryony Rawson March 10, 2015 at 11:33 am - Reply

    That’s what I love about knitting. It takes me about a year to make something I could buy with about two hours’ labour, but I get so much meditative thinking time while i’m knitting.

  2. Michelle Scott Tucker March 10, 2015 at 12:44 pm - Reply

    Yes – I couldn’t agree more. And I’m impressed it only takes you a year, lol.

  3. Michelle Scott Tucker March 10, 2015 at 12:44 pm - Reply

    Yes – I couldn’t agree more. And I’m impressed it only takes you a year, lol.

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