My Grandfather's Tobacco Pipes
The Coffee Break Sketching Challenge - draw anything and everything during your coffee break.
Today's wee sketch shows a couple of my grandfather's tobacco pipes.
My grandfather lived and worked as a shepherd down in Skipness, on the West Coast of Scotland.
No matter the weather he would be out on the hills with his sheepdogs taking care of the 'tups', ewes and lambs. He'd usually be laden down with a packed lunch of my Granny's baking, which would include all manner of scones, fruit loaves, and Victoria sponges.
As kids we would gather round the scullery table to watch her bake and see if we could lick the cake mixture that was left on the whisks! Who needed a dish-washer in those days when you had us three wee kids, the odd pup, sometimes a poorly lamb, and a cheeky hen, who had ran in to jump at the remains!
Of all the smells that take me back to these care free summers on my Granny's farm, it has to be the aroma of the brand of tobacco from my Grampa's pipes. The tobacco would come in a wee red wax wrapper which he'd cut open and go through the 'ceremony' of filling his pipe. We'd watch wide-eyed, as he'd light the tobacco with the sparks leaping onto the hearth. The puff, puff puff, until the smoke rose into the air, and then 'himself' resting back on his chair and getting settled down...well settled for about five minutes until he'd be back off his chair and outside moving the aerial around to try and get a 'reception' on the television.
That television - it was more of a snow globe than a television, but I'll tell you more about it another day.
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