A chair next to the Rayburn
Thu. February 11, 2016
Inevitably the occasional item of stock finds its way to our home, at least for a while. My chair arrived at around the same time as the Rayburn was lit in the autumn. It is now a place to eat a bowl of porridge or lunchtime soup; drink a coffee and read a book with feet tucked under a dogs tummy and a cat cwtch’d on my lap. It is a wonderful example of an eighteenth century Welsh stick chair, or as Tim says, the captain’s seat in mission control.