A lovely ice cream churn has joined the household,  a flea market find.  It is all there but the barrel shafts have gaps and one of the wooden paddles is split so it would likely be a bit of a challenge to make ice cream.

The handle got turned several times to honour past usage.  It was gently washed of grease and grime and what looked like dust from a barn;  spiders were encouraged to vacate.

An umbrella and walking sticks have taken up residence where the ice – or would it be the salt? – once would have been put.

I thought it was for making butter when I first saw it.

But its name was not about butter.

Hmmm……