Ooh aah Keith Parks

There is this great place on the way to Dunnett Head called Keith Parks.  It is out in the middle of nowhere and every time I go I think this must not be right, but then it turns out it is right.  

Keith is a Renaissance man and dabbles in many things.  The shop is filled with his photography, furniture he makes out of reclaimed wood, antiques that he has brought back from the brink, and other things he finds along the way.

When Gill was here, we went out and spent an hour - no such thing as a quick trip as Keith and his wife, Doreen are very chatty - in a good way.

I had been eyeing some chairs that they had got for a table that need refinishing.  I had look at this table that seemed to be moving around the workshop, but not getting done. 

It was the same with a 'refrigerator.'   Doreen promised that when they were done she would call me, and she did.  

The table was done first, and it was spectacular.  I particularly like how short it was because at modern tables, I sometimes feel like I have to reach up to eat my food.

Notice Badger's Head in the corner?

When I got the table, I was told the refrigerator was in pieces, and they didn't want me to see it as it would upset me.  So I trundled off home.  

A couple of weeks later, Doreen called and said it just went onto the floor, so out I went - even though I was dying of Cold.  And as I suspected, I had to have it.

It is lined with lead and will significantly impact my wallet on the shipment back to America, but isn't it fine?!