The house next door to us is built on the plot that was the village carpenters workshop. The last carpenter is still living in the village, he's in his 90s now. It was his fathers and grandfathers business before him and they made everything needed locally from coffins to waggon wheels. He told me about when he was young making wagon wheels then rolling them down the hill to the blacksmiths to get them shod with iron hoops. Fascinating guy.