So... I got a press!
5 tons of pressure.
200 kgs of cast iron.
And 200kgs of thanks goes to my Dad, who helped me transport it, man I wished I had photographed that, it was crazy and Dad was wearing this red zizzou beanie- you know, for capers such as this one.
(+ thanks also to kindly neighbour Adrian for extra muscle.)
Quite a biffer, I think I will paint it almost-black.
"Johnny" ( because its a John Heine, and I think this is my favourite so far)
okay, yeah its turning into a dad-joke...
Im starting to get used to its hulking presence already, like the proverbial elephant in the room.
Now I've got to knuckle down and get some dies made.