This has become an old friend. I had it custom-made couple of years ago to a traditional design I fell in love with at a Christmas market at Blair. The leather sheath has darkened with use, and countless hours in my hand has moulded it to match the contours of the knife it holds. The embossed pattern has had its edges worn soft, but is as familiar as the lines on my own palm. The stitching is stained with use, and is now almost invisible against the leather. The handle has worn its ridges smooth with use, and the blade has finally found its true edge after endless sharpening.
It's just a knife.
But somehow, it's become so much more than 'just a knife'.
It's just a knife.
But somehow, it's become so much more than 'just a knife'.
I liked the style the moment I saw it. The only thing that stopped me buying the first one was that I had my heart set on a damascus blade. The cutler (Tom Timbrall of Heritage Blades) forged the blade himself for me, and left it deliberately textured, which I absolutely love and really makes it unique.
