One of my true joys is to use the tools my grandfather’s father owned, (I really enjoy just looking at them). These are not top shelf, rolls-royce tools, but due to the reality of hand tools, they last and they work, they really work.
I unscrewed the plane iron after knocking out the blade, passed it quickly over the oil stone for good measure, tuned the iron, replaced the parts and reset the blade.
A tap on the back of the jack plane backs out the blade, and a tap on the nose (right on the leather spot) moves the blade down. How elegant.
At some stage, and I believe it was my paint-happy grandfather, these tools got some serious paint, the blue of the jack plane stands out well against the red of the mallet. The mallet red is a the red paint he strongly favoured, actually I have a great quantity of red handled tools. He told me it was to clearly identify his tools, perhaps it was a very large tin of red paint. Who knows. It is part of his legacy, and a big part of my happiness.