A feather, you see. For tickling with. Oh, my aching sides .
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(Actually I do quite like this one. I don't have a problem with canting per se. And given what they could have gone for instead . . .)
Pub signboards have been a feature of the English landscape for centuries but, being exposed to both the elements and changing fashions (and the lifetime of the pub), each board tends to have a fairly short life. Several years ago, noticing some familiar old signs had been replaced, I began a photographic ‘archive’. I then became intrigued about what or who they depicted. The signs described here are mostly from South Cambridgeshire, because that’s where I live.
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