. . . You cracked it, and I have written down the details of how to turn photo numbers into photos. Phew. I can now share the Malvern ones with you, and will try and find the energy to photograph my little haul later.
I can report that Keith is MUCH brighter today and woke me by getting to the bathroom whilst I was still zzzzzzzzzzzing. He had energy for a shower too and is now reading his paper.
On the other hand, I thought I had turned a corner yesterday as my brain fog has finally cleared - thank heavens, as I really shouldn't have driven to Newtown with my head the way it was on Saturday, but needs must and I had the window open all the way. I read lots of my book (On the Edge of Darkness by Barbara Erskine, a re-read and gosh I enjoyed it) and was able to actually cook a meal from scratch - just a cheat's chicken pie, using ready made puff pastry, chicken breast strips browned off and a tin of chicken soup. I even enjoyed eating it and we have the other half for tonight. Which is just as well, as I am wrecked again today - legs and arms like chewed string and no energy whatsoever. I've finished my book and will continue with the Geraldine Brooke's book "Horse" which my friend Gay has kindly loaned me.
Anyway, here's Malvern. It seems such a long time ago now!
Bargain Hunt were doing their Christmas filming (just a little bit early!)
I had to walk myself away from this old pack saddle. I was tempted though . . .
Stuffed Capercaillie anyone? I have to say, he's past his best and probably died of old age!
An unusual copper mould. I wish I could have indulged myself - never seen this pattern before.
See the African throwing knife with holes in? I knew it was a rare one and bought it for Keith (at a good price). He was over the moon with it. I can't normally buy Militaria for him as I don't know much and so many fakes out there. This though, is not Militaria but he likes tribal weapons. I had a gut feeling about and I was right. Should be worth over twice what I paid for it.
Various items here . . .
You could even buy a gipsy vardo (brand new I think).
I have a small collection of costrels (they were used to take beer or cider to the fields in harvest time, and kept cool tucked in the depths of a thick hedgerow. I was tempted by this one, but had spent a lot of money by this point, so walked away.
Contents of someone's stick stand . . .
An old hexie quilt.
Right, the sofa is calling me. Thank youfor all your support.