Every now and again, I come across one of idiosyncrasies of life in the Castle 100 or so years ago. After 1966, regrettably we threw out items of little or no value and more than likely affected by the fire. Somehow, the odd one managed to find its way into a shed and survive. If you are asked to attend a meeting and there is the possibility of a hard seat, take your own cushion in its leather carrying bag.
