The stools at left were 1st 2nd and 3rd. Personally, I thought my stool would stand being thrown across a bar room in a drunken fight better than any of the others and therefore should have won.
But then the judge wasn’t taken by the hewn finish and peg ends when he turned it upside down (presumably in readiness to throw at someone). Really – it was a “turning” competition, I thought the best thrown stool would be the winner. Doh!
Here’s a photo immediately after that nerve-racking pegging of the seat onto the legs.
But then it’s a funny place is London (not much like Manchester):
Visited the Sir John Soane’s Museum in Lincolns Inn Fields and saw again Hogarth‘s paintings for A Rake’s Progress. I’m reading an excellent biography of Wm. Hogarth by Jenny Uglow. I seem to be getting deeper and deeper into history. In many ways there was a lot wrong with the olden days, and the behaviour of some members of the ‘upper’ classes was a case in point. Mr William found it so and did not hesitate to pillory them, as did Balzac a little later and in a different country – I’m listening to Le Père Goriot (in English) downloaded from Librivox, which seems to be on the same problem, but if anything more bitter about it. Never mind, next up should be some Henry Fielding – more fun.
We also visited the Dulwich Picture Gallery, some fabulous paintings in there, and some extraordinary furniture too. The curtilage has some great trees, here’s a mulberry pollard.
It is a fine garden and the Elizabethan manor house is pretty respectable too. We came across a sad memorial to a shepherd lad. The story goes a group of Roundheads were sheltering in the house when Cavaliers approached, the shepherd blew his flute in warning and was killed during the resulting skirmish.