A throwaway comment of mine a couple of weeks ago delivered me some hessian sacks out of the blue this morning.

I was just nattering away about how useful they were. From making tote bags to rag rugs to lining the hanging baskets to…

Oh My Giddy Aunt. Just the smell of them takes me right back to Grandad’s shed and the hours I’d spend in there with him tying fishing flies or sorting seeds or cleaning and mending tools.

Not only do I have free-firewood fairies leaving me gifts but free-sack fairies now too :o)