A remarkable man; he's never owned a car, went everywhere either by train or bicycle. If on the latter he often towed a variety of home-made and lethal-looking trailers, often carrying a bale of hay for the sheep and goats on his smallholding.
Clocks are his passion, and he was a wizard at repairing them; trouble was he had so many jobs on the go that you were never sure when you'd get yours back!
His other contributions to village life included a village clock (now sadly taken down) and a fourth bell for the local church (despite him being a staunch chapel man) in memory of his son, a contemporary of mine who was tragically run over outside his house aged only 17.
As you rightly say, they don't make them like that any more.
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