Day 8 (yesterday) started with a monumental hangover. Must have been something I ate . . . .
Not a good day to start the most delicate task to date, getting the fretboard curved to the appropriate angle, cone-wise, and cutting the frets at exact points that reflect the teutonic, platonic, pentatonic (whatever) scale. Eff that up and its a tuneless lump of wood . . .
6 degrees of separation (or curvature)
Scouting for frets . . .
Past the point of no return . . .
Eric's fretless bass made this an easy day for him! Mostly drilling and routing cavities, jack holes and knob recesses . . .
Eric routing . . .
Eric's cavity . .
Eric's jack hole . . .
Eric's knob . . .
Seems it worked out though. Even managed to hand carve a piece of seashell for the octave inlay - decided on a Formentera lizard - why not?
PRS body taking shape . .
Paella and great Spanish Chardonnay for lunch followed by a swim at Mitjorn (Pagesse for Midday apparently!) beach facing North Africa.
Day 9 starting soon. Uno mas cafe solo . . .
