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I am currently bidding on this lot of antique English lawn bowling balls and have had to explain to Bubby, that no, I have not lost all leave of my avian senses!
image via Shepton’s Antiques
image via Graham Atkins Hughes
Or maybe a pair, like these two ‘nailed’ (or cloutées) antique French boules.
What beautiful objects, with such a rich history!
It makes you wonder what will happen to this sport over the next few years as the few, older people still playing the game trundle off to aviaries in the sky.
Maybe it is time to take up a new, gentle on the joints, sport as we creep into our own old age?
A few months ago I scored a fabulous vintage white ceramic fish jug (sometimes called a ‘glug jug’ because of the noise liquid makes when it pours!) for a mere pittance on ebay.
Thrilled with my purchase, I turned to my good friend, Bubby (the house elf), and expressed my joy, only to be confronted with scorn and ridicule.
This post is my virtual ‘two feathers up’ to the scorn of others when you are convinced that something will look amazing!
Here is the jug I bought: