Last week I took the distressed mandolin (see earler blog) on a journey to Sussex to give to my son for his birthday. I was somewhat encumbered on the journey because I was also carrying half a metal horse, probably taken from an old roundabout, but which we found in a skip. It was too big for the two carrier bags I used, and two legs stuck out, inconveniencing other passengers who were kicked by metal hooves as I tried to get it on the luggage rack.
We made it, though, the horse and I, and it’s now in pride of place on my son’s kitchen wall. It has been christened Damien, as it rather resembles the half cow in formaldehyde which purported to be art a few years ago.