Memory trace

We've had Anubis for many years, since  we saw him on the pavement outside a shop in a  Cotswold town,  and he accompanied us to Wales 29 years ago. He sits here beside the front door, quietly watching the sun go down every day.

When elder son was 13 or 14 he broke one of the ears in an adolescent strop; he was charged with its repair. It's held for 25 years, to both the credit of his handiwork and the quality of the glue. You can just see the faint line of the break.