good workmanship

Not really a sitting bench, but I find this inspirational, how to make your own bird bench.

Bench poem

From fellow bench lover and excellent writer, Chrissie Gittins:


Benches, Tresco


They’re placed at considerate intervals –
curved hurricane pine,
some weathered and scored,

some lichened and worn,
some with holes –
where the trunk swallowed a branch.

From a bench I saw a blackbird with an orange beak,
the promise of protea in fat downy buds,
the chequerboard bark of an endless palm.

From a bench I saw wagtails surrounding a horse,
the stripes of shelduck tipped up in a lake,
the oblique flight of pheasants.

From a bench I saw Atlantic waves
drawing breath, raising their shoulders
and spewing their seething froth right back to the shore.

From a bench I saw an insect in flight,
the blades of its wings whirred away from the island,
it carried me back to rumbling ground.



Chrissie Gittins, from I Don’t Want an Avocado for an Uncle (Rabbit Hole, 2006)

Virginian porch benches