The far horizon again.

Under my kitchen door.

Was at the charity shop again today. I was shelving books, and stacking books, and rearranging books and generally looking busy when a man came into the book room.

'Are you the book lady?' Asked he

'Yes' said I.

'What's that then?' asked he, showing me a curved wooden object with a shiny steel bar through it.

And because I didn't know I said; 'I'm sorry, I don't know'.

'Oh' says he, and walked off.

Luckily he took the wooden thing with him.