Curlicues

When my Mum died last year she left us a house to sell. With my share of the proceeds we bought a very cute but vertical house. It 's in a village just ten minutes away and we let it to holiday-makers.

The only thing it lacked were some hand rails - the previous owner was young and very nimble. Our guests may not be. So we had the miserable but talented iron man, known affectionately as Laughing Boy, make us some rails. He installed them this week. They are rather more curly than we'd asked for but they are certainly solid. He's a chap who can't resist the curlicue.