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Handmade wooden swords - where it all began

It started with swords.

Pallet wood. After school. On the farm my family calls home.

Quinta de Sant'Ana - rolling vineyards and cork oak forests in Mafra, Portugal

Quinta de Sant'Ana · est. 1633

Four centuries of timber
and Atlantic wind.

My home, where nature taught me what was worth making.

The workshop at Quinta de Sant'Ana - ochre walls, generations of tools, where it all began

The Workshop

Wood shavings underfoot.

Linseed in the air.

My grandfather's workbench.

The shop taught me what wood could become.

The Festival

Every year, the farm held a harvest festival. Every year, I had a stall.

Swords first. Then toys, tools, small furniture. Anything people asked for.

Nine summers, nine stalls sold out. By the time I left for university, I'd been making and selling for half my life.

University of Nottingham - the Trent Building under stormy skies

Nottingham, England

BSc Business and Management

A detour.

By year two, I knew. My hands missed the work. But I finished what I started.

Return to Gradil

Degree in hand, I came home.

That summer, I went back to the bench. No plan, no pressure, just wood and time. Wine cellar by day, workshop by night. The work came first. The rest followed.

Then opportunities started to come.

Irish countryside lane at golden hour - the path opening toward an unexpected opportunity

Cloughjordan, Ireland

Apprentice, Carpentry | Barman

A wedding venue in the countryside.
A workshop out back.

In Ireland, I learned about men and machines.

West Devon moorland at dawn - mist, ancient oaks, the quiet work before the breakthrough

West Devon, England

Apprentice, Woodworking

Barn doors. Honest work.

In Devon, someone knew someone. That's how I found Rupert Bevan.

Rupert Bevan workshop entrance in Ludlow - the RB sign marking the path to mastery

Ludlow, Shropshire

Apprentice, Rupert Bevan

Two years. Discipline.

Notting Hill showroom. Ludlow workshop. High-end furniture for clients who accept nothing less than perfect.

The standards were unforgiving. They had to be.

Time well spent.

Jeremy learning classical woodworking techniques from an elderly Portuguese master at FRESS in Lisbon

Lisbon, Portugal

Classical Training, FRESS

The old ways.

Back in Portugal, I enrolled at Fundação Ricardo do Espírito Santo Silva (FRESS) in Lisbon. Centuries of Portuguese craft, distilled into method.

A phrase I kept hearing: madeira e alma. Wood and soul.

Time to come home.

Jeremy in his workshop at Quinta de Sant'Ana - the craftsman returned home, master of his craft

Gradil, Portugal

Founder, Jeremy Frost

The same workshop.
A new chapter.

Twenty years on, I've returned to the bench—
and stayed.

View the Work

Today, Jeremy Frost takes on a small number of commissions each year. Pieces shaped by decades at the bench, and made to be handed down.

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