A couple posts back, I mentioned a machine shop. I could have just as easily called it a working history museum and that probably would have been more accurate. Located between some rabbit pens and a chicken coop, the machine shop consists of spare parts and miscellaneous tools from a bygone era. Even being the least mechanically-inclined man on the planet I found the shop fascinating, especially when I got to watch my host father in action making cartwheels, horseshoes, and various and sundry other things. Sadly, as in other places, this is a dying art in Bulgaria. My host father, Stoil, could well be part of the last generation of Bulgarian master craftsmen.
Stoil showing off parts of a cartwheel he had just cut.
Measuring things up the old-fashioned way.
Cutting wood for a new cartwheel.
Using more modern equipment.
This machine is used to make feed for the goats, rabbits, and chickens.
A wide-angle view of part of the shop.
A few of the other machines.
A different view of the shop showing a cage with various spare parts.