solent clown
RIP
Today's foray into the sharp elbowed world of boat jumbles was an odd one. The core demographic appeared to be Methusula's older brothers, many sporting white beards, yellowed with nicotine or lamp oil. Many a wizened hand, knuckles racked with arthritis, were still lithe and fast enough to move with lightening speed from walking stick to an espied treasure, whip fast and deadly accurate.
As a mere middle ager I felt a bit like a babe in arms in comparison, and was clearly not fast or well practised enough with the elbows to fend off, or get close to the most choice items.
It was a barrage of cackling, hacking coughs, and errant walking sticks that formed a near impenatrable wall to the treasure. Surveying the flat caps pulled down purposefully, or bobble hats set above a steely stare under wild eyebrows, I was truly outclassed in the stall combing, yet we still came away with a few great finds.
As a mere middle ager I felt a bit like a babe in arms in comparison, and was clearly not fast or well practised enough with the elbows to fend off, or get close to the most choice items.
It was a barrage of cackling, hacking coughs, and errant walking sticks that formed a near impenatrable wall to the treasure. Surveying the flat caps pulled down purposefully, or bobble hats set above a steely stare under wild eyebrows, I was truly outclassed in the stall combing, yet we still came away with a few great finds.