I how now gone past the point of no return. The suit is now in deep storage, and I am now again in scruff order, t-shirt and bib 'n brace.
Ralph came this morning and took away the last of the problem contraband, so now I have a clear run at the now almost empty 'bottom shed'. As you can see, the compressor is in its final position, but not yet piped in or wiggly amps connected.
After my always welcome visitor departed for home, I duly descended on the wall and hacked it out. It has worked out rather well. I can't put a full width door in there, because of machines on the other side, but the gap between the studs has worked out well and I can easily get my portly figure thru it.
Bandit (the sausage on four cocktail stick legs), really approves of the mods, but is always in the way, whenever I move anywhere, even outside, he is never more than a few feet away. At least it looks like someone enjoys my company.
Here is the hole from the workshop side, it looks more narrow than it really is, I can walk straight thru and my shoulders clear either side. I am not really worried anyway, it won't be a place I frequent often, only quickie cut up and forming jobs will be done in there.
There will be a machine on either side of the doorway, across the corner, surface grinder on the left, mill on the right.
So I will try to get the door finished for tomorrow, then a poke with a sharp stick to the neighbour, and he can come in and fit custom benches.
One thing I have noticed, since I opened up the hole and with both metal doors open, there is a lovely through flow of air, so no more sweating in the summer.
Time for a *** and a cup of coffee.
John
I forgot to mention, Ralph brought his new engine with him, it looks even better in real life, a real corker.