Rain again till the afternoon, I have now read all of the internet, apart from some of the Mongolian pages and those CIA ones which are hard to find. However, after going for a walk with the apprentice, well a bit more like going to stand under various trees, I applied sharpness to wood. (Sharpness in terms of tools that is, not in terms of me!). Following a demonstration and some advice about getting good straight square cuts with a pull-saw (cheers VTSteam

), I pre-cut along the lines to guide the saw;

….started cutting and;

******, *******s, *******ing, ****

.
It was worserer on the other side;

****ing ******les!;

….more compound curves than on a compound-curvey thing. At this point I was going to give up. However, inside the old noggin a battle ensued and I decided to carry on despite it, chisel bash chisel;

….plus it came to transpire (or is that what trees do instead of sweat?), that I had subconsciously managed to mark things out, taking the cock-up into consideration and things weren’t quite as bad as I thought, so before long, Ta Dah;

…two funny shaped bits of wood. The light was going by now, so I tidied everything away and came in to see what was for tea. “Whatever you're b****y cooking” is the answer.
Getting a bit fed up with this sawing malarkey. I need to get some scrap wood and do a lot of practice just on that, me-thinks. At the moment, I’m not sure whether to blame it on the saw, the wood, the workbench or the apprentice, maybe all four!