My Grandfather was a keen Bowls player. Visiting their house the other day, I saw this most beautiful case housing two pristine bowls.
They did not belong to my Grandfather, but a friend, obviously with the initials H.B., and we reckon they are probably a good fifty years old.
I don't know why, but there is just something so beautiful about them to me.
How neat and clean and well kept they are.
And the history of the hands that treasured them so.