I wonder how old this tenon saw is? Ut must be at least 30. It belonged to my dad, who was a woodcrafter and made beautiful creations, furniture, clocks, decorative carvings, rocking horses. All as a hobby. I found this little scene while I was clambering through the distinctly unminimalistic clutter of the old, almost derelict shed at Mum’s, where my sister now also dabbles in wood turning and carving.