Toddy Moore's Workshop
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As I visited Toddy and Pam Moore to collect the free range eggs over the years, I often popped into Toddy’s workshop to have little chats, mostly about woodwork.
Some months before his passing in April 2018, I asked Toddy if I could photograph him in his workshop as he went about his work. I think he was delighted that I asked and I was over the moon that Toddy was so happy with the idea. Sadly, I didn't get around to take the photographs before Toddy died and I regret this very much as a huge opportunity to photograph “history” was lost.
Some weeks later I asked his wife, Pam, if I could come and take the photographs in the workshop as I would like to record the place exactly as Toddy had left it. After I finished, I gave Pam a little booklet of the images I recorded.
Stepping into Toddy’s workshop is like entering another world; a veritable museum of very old things, old ways, cobwebs and dust. As though not to disturb anything, I walk gently on a soft cushion of saw dust and remind myself that I’m standing on layers of leftovers from a history of bygone craftsmanship.
After a few moments of absorbing the silence, I feel the presence of the workshop’s previous occupants and then, for whatever reason, it seems like they had only just left the workshop moments before I arrived; it’s an atmosphere that I often experience when entering an abandoned church or graveyard, places where you feel you are never alone.
This page is dedicated to the memory of Toddy Moore