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Haha yeah the second hand shop. Have you been inside?
People have been known to spend days lost inside there swamped by the most amazing piles of overpriced tat. Choice items are the old dinted silver teapot, the smashed glass lamp and the mouldy leather suitcase. Not to mention the job-lot of Chillingham Castle price tags he seems to have acquired from somewhere.

I was tempted. But resisted.

Same as anywhere else I suppose: there must be some gems in there, and he seems to make a living at it...

Meiow!

.o0O0o.

Oh aye, I bin in there.
Scary it was.
I felt like I'd fallen into an episode of Sapphire and Steele (*Time* has broken through...)
I left with nowt bar a sense that somewhere, buried under a pile of old farm implements and appalingly decorated crockery, was exactly the item I really want, but know doesn't exist.

Like the invisible stone slab that a farmer didn't find that translates rock art from ancientese into modern English, with a map of where all the others are on the back.

I like to think it's out there somewhere;-)