So I went to the shops to buy some milk and as I passed my favorite antique shop they were unpacking a vanload of new stock including a very nice and well-aged copper weathervane featuring a sailing boat. I persuaded myself I didn’t NEED a weathervane and went to buy the milk. On the way back, the siren call proved too seductive to resist and I returned home with rather more than I had set out for. It is currently looking rather lovely sailing through the border, but once our garage has been rebuilt I think it will have a breezier spot on the apex of the roof.