I was up north Maynooth way last weekend for a lovely visit with friends one of whom is Rocky Green who’s having a show at Gallery in the Attic in May.
I spent two relaxing days helping to sort wood, stoke fires and make dinner.
It was beautiful.
As you can see, they have a skidder.
I was previously unfamiliar with the term skidder.
When I first saw the word, and thinking of the north, my first thoughts were that it was slang – for mosquito (the skidders are bad this evening) or ski-do (let’s go for a rip on the skidder).
But no, it is, in fact, a beautiful piece of heavy equipment.
And you know how I like the heavy equipment.
So mechanically lush and textured.
And practical. Most definitely practical.