She had noticed a lathe on the side of the street in, what would be the 'not needed' spot were it on street. She had a peek and knocked on the door of the house, but no one answered. We continued on our way so she could ask Mr P. about the give-away culture in their neighbourhood.
She ended up leaving a note in the owner's mailbox, and brought the lathe to the Peartree's on their wagon.
The motor needed to be tightened down, and the says the cutter angle is a little off, but other than that, it works well. The rust on the shaft is easy to deal with.
She, of course, is tickled that she has a lathe.
And a free one at that.
