No, not in the family. My lot are all happily settled already. It’s my Dutch wall clock, or rather my mother’s.
It used to be in the large hall of my family home, at the bottom of the stairs. I have been very fond of it all my life but, for some reason, after my mother’s death, when Al moved into the annexe, it was never hung on the wall here. I finally – and there’s no reason why I shouldn’t have mentioned it before to him – asked our friend Mike if he’d come and check it over for me and hang it. And come to lunch with Ann too, of course.
Mike was quite surprised to find that it has an 8 day movement, when he’d have expected it to be 30 hour, but when he took it apart he found that the mechanism is not original, but an English replacement, made in Birmingham. I don’t mind that at all – though a purist would not approve of such a marriage, I’d rather wind the clock once a week than daily. It always kept good time, so I hope it still will, and it’s in my hall so I can hear it strike and walk past it frequently. I like the painted face with its Dutch scene – Mike says it was originally made in Friesland in the Netherlands.
So I’m very happy. A convivial lunch and a lovely clock on the wall. And now, my friend Charlotte has arrived and will stay the night.
I’ll take a picture of the clock, but I need to wash the glass first as it’s quite dusty, and take a picture in the light as well.