Saw a thread which mentioned Wishaw earlier and I remembered that I have a towel at the back of a cupboard labelled 'Property of Motherwell and Wishaw baths'. Strangest thing is that we got it from my Polish Grandma's house after she died.

Now then. She came out of Poland after WW11. Came to Manchester via various parts of Europe excluding, as far as I know, Scotland. She was married before she left Poland to a Russian Orthadox priest so it wasn't from him. My Dad spent some time in Scotland after following a different root but denies any knowledge of it. (Perhaps it was him but the Polish / Scottish Vodka / Whisky drinking contests got the better of him?) ;-)

So, how on earth did a towel from a public baths near Glasgow makes it's way here to Manchester?

And don't even sart to wonder about the plate emblazoned 'Trinidad and Tobago Health Authority'!

Anyhow, feeling a little introspective I got something I have not had for years - no not that! - a flash of inspiration.

She came from the East in the wake of a war
Remained here in peace, saw her family grow
She told her grandchildren of the things that she saw
But one or two mysteries we never will know.

Things picked up on route, like stray floating seeds
We will never see behind that closed door
Like towels and plates and baubles and beads
Where from? Lost forever, now she is no more

Music anyone;-)

Cheers

Dave the vaguely poetic Gnome