a chair, not any old chair, a rather special chair as you can see!
Man has given up asking where my latest treasure will go for fear of my showing him!?!
I saw it in the window of my favourite shop in Hythe. Stood forlorn with its back to the window, a shy and retiring little number. The moment I clapped eyes on it my heart flew out of my chest. I was all for camping in the doorway in case anyone else would beat me to it? Himself assured me that probably not many folk in Hythe would fall as madly, deeply as I had done!?! Dragging me home, my heels making track marks in the pavement to equal the rails on the
Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch
railway. I know you will have to use a little imagination here as how can deep troughs rival tracks? You get my drift, I’m sure!
Not so sure you will see the beauty in the chair though and no, in answer to your unspoken question I don’t plan to do anything with it other than park my bott in it!