One wheel on my waggon....

My father was a Gallovidian at heart - he was raised, though not born, in Galloway. He was born just across the bridge on the law-abiding side of the Nith in Dumfries. For his work he would travel around the blacksmiths, joiners, builders and smaller shops of the Stewartry. He loved the crack, and the peaceful roads.

He was always coming back with curious things! Including a pair of waggon wheels.