I'm afraid I slipped while trying to haul my fermentation vat into the conservatory and have been laid up for a couple of days.
Tonny had been waiting for just such an occurrence to organise 'help' for me and so yesterday a housekeeper/handyman combination arrived at Frog End in a rather disreputable white van. They are, apparently, to provide me with intermittent assistance with such matters as have slipped beyond my palsied grasp.
They are called Cherry and Tony and have much to say on the matter of line dancing. Spotting my collection of early Morris Minor posters, Tone avowed some expertise in the matter of veteran cars and so I motioned him in the direction of the old forge where I keep my "special investment vehicle", a left hand drive 1962 Minor Coupe I bought in Holland some while ago. We have agreed that he will take it to a man he knows in Coldhams Lane to be refurbished to modern standards.
And here comes the point of my story. He unravelled a rather beautiful length of yellow rope with a businesslike galvanised shackle on the end - a tow-rope. Threaded through it was a length of plastic with the makers name - Excellent Products BV of Hoorn.
How nice that some sensible things are still made in their proper places in Europe and not by Tescoslaves in China. Hoorn, as you will know, was the home port of the Dutch fleet during its hey-day and therefore an appropriate home for a rope-maker.
Cherry appears to be Polish, but also a dab hand with the polish, so all may be well.
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