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The Iron Bedstead
| When I was a young girl I used to go and stay with my grandparents in Wales. They lived in a cottage out in the wilds of what was then Radnorshire but is now Powys. The nearest village was Norton, and it boasted a church, a single shop and a bus stop where a local bus would stop once a day. My grandparents' cottage was a magical place set in several acres of garden where my grandfather would grow all the fruit and vegetables they needed and also kept bees and a pig. My grandmother kept chickens which meant that there would be fresh eggs every day. Surplus eggs were stored in a basket which was kept in the back room. Once a week she would take them by bus to the market in Knighton, a nearby town, where she would barter them with the butcher for the week's supply of meat. My grandparents were truly self-sufficient. They more or less lived in the parlour where my grandmother cooked on an open range fire. Above the range, fire blackened pans and kettles hung from hooks and chains. The best toast in the world was made by holding slices of bread, stuck to the end of long forks, against the side of flames that lapped between the iron bars which cradled the burning logs, and then finally covering the charred remains of the bread with home churned salted butter. To get from the parlour to the bedrooms one would have to climb some very rickety steps, the tops of some of which could be removed in order to place mouse traps. The two adjoining bedrooms were home to two cast iron bedsteads on which lay two memory foam mattresses. These beds were items of beauty and were obviously crafted by hand. They had intricately wrought decorative heads and generous brass knobs decorated the corners. The memory foam mattress on the bed in the far bedroom where I would sleep was the ultimate in comfort and I would love sleeping on it. It just felt so much better than my little divan bed at home. I would always sleep soundly, and wake up in the morning to gaze out of the window at the distant fields of wheat and barley and listen to the pigeons in the wood nearby. |
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