In a cobbled street in my imagination there is a pleasantly musty smelling shop that trades in Peculiarities.
Its dust covered shelves are laden with a jumble of old wooden boxes. Hand written labels mark the contents within: 'Twitching eyes', 'Tangled beards', 'A fondness for cardigans with pockets'. 'A fanatical collector', 'an Exotic-weed detestor', 'a tendency toward madness' or 'pious prayer'. Upstairs and down a myriad of mysterious surprises. Wall to wall idiosyncrasies. Eccentric treasures wrapped and packaged. Traits of all shapes and sizes. A little temple celebrating human habit and fancy.
Behind the counter sits a wizened creature of Goblin proportions - beguiling and smiling he points to a sign on the wall;
The Old Burrow will be opening up an Etsy shop soon.........