Hello to everyone. My name is Ben and I live in a lovely corner of Cornwall, England. I am a welder fabricator by trade, trained in the Dockyard in Devonport. I decided one day to go tour in a rock band, so I left my job there... one job led to another and hey presto I am now (rather shamefully) an insurance broker. It pays the bills and is a damn sight warmer in the winter sitting behind a desk, but I was missing the creation of something tangible, real. I've always loved the outdoors, I owned and cherished a copy of the SAS survival guide at the age of ten and took every opportunity to explore the rugged Cornish landscape. I was also obsessed with knives, not in a freaky 'stabby' sense like a lot of inner city kids these days but in a 'wow, these things are very useful' kind of way. So after getting back into camping last year I decided to handle a knife and build a sheath for it, one day late last summer. Thanks to many of you all over the world, I managed to scoop plenty of sensible advice together to make it happen. I decided to buy the blades for my first knives as I didn't know if I would be any good at it, at this stage I get so much enjoyment out of it I don't really care if I'm not.... my next step, and the reason for my joining Knife Dogs is to start forging my blades, so I'll thank you in advance for the sensible advice and guidance I know I'll get from a bunch of diamonds like you all. I'll bear all and post my first knife, which was made with simple tools, a lot of research and hard work. The blade is a lauri, about 170mm long stainless and 3mm thick on the spine, Scandi grind with a brass bolster and black and white horn behind. The handle is supposedly quarter sawn maple but I got it on ebay and it could have been anything(!) A large knot appeared as I sanded it down so I added a spalted Beech inlay to get rid of it. The sheath is 3.5mm veg tanned leather with some messy stamping ! It's as close to the traditional Pukko style as I could get, the handle is parallel and simplistic but it feels good in the hand, if a little 'tip high'. As a mark of respect to my Dad I gave it to him (he was guilty of buying my first real tool kit when I was 8, which I used to saw the leg off the kitchen table) for setting me off on the path of craft. One which, quite recently, I have strayed back onto. I hope I don't get ridiculed too much as a lot of you guys are making wonderful art but I need to start somewhere!