Cast jewellery and coastal drives
How we spend a day depends (very much) on the temperature. Too hot and a campground loses its charm. Too cold, I don’t know. We haven’t had to deal with that alternative yet.
Once the obvious shade alternatives have been exhausted, we increase our personal carbon footprint by getting in the car and driving somewhere. Anywhere. All roads lead south and west, so today we started with some educational time in St. Peters.
Just by chance, the pewter casting person was hard at work. I now know a lot more than I did before about this alloy of copper, tin and antimony. Easy to melt, easy to mold, easy to sculpt, pleasant to hold. Except for the obvious danger of having your treasured medallion drip into a hot pot in the kitchen, the ability to form attractive art pieces makes this process one that I’d try at home (not really).
The ingots are shipped in from away, and the molds of rubber use magnesium masters that are prepared in New Brunswick. After that, the pour and finishing takes place right there in the shop, with no hidden alchemy.
Alas, spending a whole day watching the rubber disks going in and out of the centrifuge is too long, so we headed south to Montague for a meal at the table of Dave Thomas. New to the menu were spicy Asian wings (an alias for the ignoble chicken nugget). Good air conditioning, though.
The scenic routes along different sections of the Island coastline change identities every few years, and the recent logo that involves a starfish are due to be revamped any time now. The scenery remains, however, timeless.
