Nodiadau'r gweithdy — workshop notes
The workshop journal.
A slow record of what happens at the bench — a photograph, a title, a few lines. Nothing polished. Nothing hurried.
First strings on
Gut strings on the museum-copy crwth. Rough yet — but you can already hear the drones.
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Bending the yoke
Steam and patience. The crwth's arm takes its curve.
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Sound holes cut
The rose and side holes opened up on the oak harp this morning. The box comes alive the moment it can breathe.
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Croeso — welcome