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Presumable all sat in a container either Anchored waiting a slot to unload, or unloaded and sat somewhere in the port dock yard.
Joss
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A shop? Eee, you were lucky! We used to have shops all around here. All sorts of shops. Now they’re either charity shops or inexplicable emporia of mobile phone stuff.
Seriously, our local village DIY and garden-kit shop shut four years ago. The bigger one in nearest town went last year. Also used to have a brilliant kitchen ware shop. Long gone!
There are four independent old fashioned hardware stores in my area in either Malvern or Ledbury, all within a ten minute drive. It takes me back to decades ago when I’m walking along aisles that are barely shoulder width and shelves stuffed with everything that you could possibly want, and lots of obscure things that you will never need.
B&Q, Homebase, Screwfix and Tool Station are there as modern back ups, and this is in a very quiet pastoral area.
I remember one like that POPS. There was a faint smell of paraffin and the shopkeeper wore a brown warehouse coat.
I remember one like that POPS. There was a faint smell of paraffin and the shopkeeper wore a brown warehouse coat.
I bet they sold four candles and lengths of ‘O’s……
In town we had Butlers Iron mungers. Now that really was a brown warehouse coats shop/Tardis.
If they did not sell it, It had not yet been invented.
Joss
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Oh, a madeleine moment! Me at four years old, holding my dad’s hand as we walked down the street to Dales to get some paraffin.
We used to go there a lot when I was a child. Indeed, the’ Paraffin run’ became one of my jobs, along with taking letters down to the post box and nipping into the Off Licence once a week to get my Great Aunty Ann her miniature bottle of Bells (to go into her final cup of tea before bedtime). Old Mr. Dale (wearing the official brown warehouse coat) carried on running the store well into his late eighties. His son, the Young Mr. Dale, also worked there and his hair was grey. Brilliant shop – Victorian double width with big windows and deep, with a wide oak staircase to the first floor. It sold everything – nails of all shapes and sizes (laid out in trugs on a rack and sold by the pint) wool and knicker elastic, pots and pans, spades and other gardening weaponry (scythes hung from the ceiling – I remember those!), sacks of dog biscuits and bird seed, outdoor clothing, shoe polish and dubbing for boots . . .
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