I sell wood and stone to light your way with Merlin’s spells, the art passed from mother to son. I have leather and pelts to wrap you and warm you on your long travels from shire to shire. My bone is unusual….. with a quick word or phase.

From peasant to king, wench and warriors my kin Scotsmen high and low, as well to sea captains and bilge rats below why even the Queen her self who gilfed my booth with her visits and turned me bright red “The blusher the blusher is what they all roared”.

When your in the shire come say hello to mee mother, mee wife, and I as well.  And we will drink to your heath an wealth an your bone. “Huzzar for the shire and I’ll see you at faire”.