Mace

I met up with B, the friend in whose attic I lived while the builders were in my house. She is just back from a trip to Rajasthan, organised by lapsed blipper, Bundle, which I also booked to go on about a year ago. When I got my diagnosis last June I felt I had to withdraw because I didn't know how my health would be in February and because travel insurance has become extremely expensive. As it turned out, I'm well and could have gone but so be it. B showed me some photos of fabulous art and architecture, and had brought the lovely fabric she blockprinted on the workshop I was looking forward to. 

She gave me an exquisitely soft pashmina shawl. I bought myself a pashmina when I was in Nepal in 1985 but moths ate it long ago. I was thrilled to have this one and wore it for the rest of the day. 

She also gave me this mace. I have only ever seen, and used, ground mace and (even though I could probably buy it locally) didn't know it was these beautiful colours and forms.