Why Pay for It?

We may be considered tight-fisted by some people. but we have always been careful with money. We are good at improvisation, have bartered eggs and home-grown produce for cream teas, and Hubby has accepted cake in ‘payment’ for the odd little job for friends. BUT going along with my title today, we do not rip people off, neither are we thieves.
burglarIn 2003 we were on holiday and visited a slate mine.
At £2 each, it wasn’t expensive for the guided tour, but Hubby learned something of vital importance about me that day.

I’ve briefly mentioned about having the occasional panic attack which can be brought on by a sense of claustrophobia. I have always been OK in confined spaces or busy places though as long as I can see the exit.
When working in Poole, I got panicky in one of the town centre’s supermarkets, breaking out into a cold sweat and getting the shakes.
I couldn’t get away from the queuing masses due to not only people, but trolleys and product displays blocking the way and unable to exit by the entrance door as it was designed as ‘one way’.
It unnerved me immensely and I never went into the store on my own again.

Going down into the mine, our guide had a torch to lead us and the way was lined with thick heavy rope. We found the tour really interesting, and were amazed at the conditions workers had to contend with.
To emphasise the magnitude of total darkness, our guide turned her torch off.
You coud see absolutely nothing, not even a shadow of a hand in front of your face, and if someone had touched me on the shoulder, I would have passed out in shock and terror.
Luckily I was holding Hubby’s hand and practically stopped the circulation before being blinded like everyone else when she turned the torch back on.

Up above ground, they had the usual tea rooms and gift shop, and we decided to purchase a little something as a memento of our visit.
That was until we saw the cost. And blanched.
For a small piece of slate on a plinth, they wanted £10, so we decided against it.
When we got back to the car, Hubby found something close to the back wheel and picked it up, knowing he had ‘just the thing’ at home on which to mount it.

Digital Camera

Our own memento

Digital Camera

Just as good and engraved too

This is another priceless treasure in our life.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to Why Pay for It?

  1. Nothing wrong with picking up a piece of slate found on the ground near the car. It looks great mounted.

    I don’t have claustrophobia, but I would have felt unnerved when the torch went out. I feel creepy just thinking about it.

  2. Janis says:

    True! Why pay for something you can make!
    I don’t think you’re being tight. You’re being wise.

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