More often than not I’ll think of something that I need for Patch Hill Forge and lo, it appears on my next trip to the transfer station. This week I was lamenting my lack of a deep quench tank (the saucepan I stole from the kitchen was no where near deep enough) and look what I found in the metal bin. I bled it, very carefully removed the valve just in case it was still holding back pressure, filled it with water to make sure all of oxygen was gone, then chopped off the top. Very happy with my dumpster deity.
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