Swag

Every year, when I take the gardening and crafts club trophies for engraving I feel like a 1940s robber with them being carried in an old battered suitcase.

These are just a few now ready to be distributed.

It was such a horribly wet day that after several hours on church papers I had a break and assembled the engraved bases with the cups and got them ready for issue. Then back to the paperwork. No hope of seeing the A3 comet today. But at least it has turned mild.