This sad sight got my attention today: a sewing machine in a skip. I was half tempted to climb in and haul it out, but the skip was very deep and well sealed behind fences, and there were small children present so I didn't think it would be a great example to set. I stood, captivated, though for quite a while, wondering... what make was it? How old was it? Did it still work? What had it quietly achieved in it's useful life, what dreams and ideas had it converted to reality? I am not a very habitual picture snapper, but I did get a photo of it- after all I could do little else. But I suppose although I couldn't save the machine at least I have tried to give it a little epitaph.