While living at the old house in Washington, I think it was around 2002, I bought some chairs in an auction. I’d not actually seen the chairs, since the auction was in Welwyn Garden City and I was home at the time. And phones generally didn’t have cameras in those days.

I bought the set of four chairs for twelve quid; cheap, but they did look a bit rough. Someone had attempted to replace the seats (an old man in Kent, I believe) and there’d been a degree of butchery involved.

They might have been a little messed up, but I loved them. I’d guess they’re early 1900s, but they’re made from decent hardwood.

Life was pretty busy at the time, so I stored them in the loft until there was time to do something with them. But they were still there when I moved to this house a couple of years later. And so they were transferred to another loft.

Where they’d since remained until today. After eleven years in this particular loft, I’ve retrieved the chairs because my sister has a use for them. 

I’d have loved to keep them, but I bought them for a much larger house and they simply wouldn’t fit into our tiny abode.