Using the photos I'd accrued of various planing boards, I started out on my first project. I made numerous mistakes, which began with poor timber selection (that slightly gammy-looking 2x4 in the garage is a terrible choice, but it was what was available at the time), lack of proper tools (I was at home, and my tools where back up at uni, on the other side of the country) and not marking out my plans with a knife (pencil marks?! Heresy!).
I started by cutting the boards to length, then gluing them together using a pair of ratchet straps as clamps (not ideal, but like I said: no tools). The glue-up went surprisingly well, and I went on to smooth the board with the pair of planes (usefully, a jointer and jack) which I'd bought the day before at a car-boot sale. The irons weren't sharp and were nicked in places, I'd never tuned a plane before (though I'd read about it), and I didn't have a planing stop (I ended up using the bottom of the back doorframe, which was serendipitously the right height), but damn: it felt good to be working on something!
After about half an hour of sweaty, tiring planing and jointing (using the kitchen work-surface as a reference to see if the board was flat), I had a flat top for my planing board. I went on to make a pair of legs (also planed flat) and used a combination of saw and router plane (also purchased a few days before) to clear out the rebates. They were rough, and only just fit, but I made sure to make them slightly too small and planed the legs for a tolerance fit, so they were solid, damn it!
After glueing the legs in and waiting overnight for the horribly awkward ratchet-clamp setup to do its work, I used a brace and bit (old brace, new bit) to bore out the 3/4-inch dog holes in the bench; when I get some bench dogs, these may come in handy!
The bench was complete, I was exhausted, the floor of the laundry room was covered in shavings.
But I felt goddamn amazing.
I may have just finished building the shittiest, shoddiest planing bench the world has ever seen, but damn it, it was MY planing bench which I'd made with my own two hands, and that was the best feeling ever. It was level and it was solid (it supports me jumping up and down on it, at least), so it does the jobs it's supposed to do.
That's enough to make me happy, for now.