On a gloriously sunny day we took a trip out to Samuel Burns & Sons’ scrapyard.
This is the place where heaps of rejected stuff gets a second (or more likely third) chance at finding a home. Not necessarily a good one, but a home.
The history of the 20th century can probably be pieced together from the contents of this yard, if one had the time & inclination.
The yard’s hand-painted sign includes the motto from a needle to an anchor which I like very much. It plays with notions of scale, weight & value on a basic level.
This is a place of pilgrimage for artists & film makers & theatre makers & animators because not only is the history of the 20th century laid bare – it’s incredibly reasonably priced.
No one knows how Sammy & Co work out prices but one would have to say they are consistent. Guy claimed that every time he went there, he was charged £20, regardless of what he actually bought.
Today we bought a huge heap of stuff to deck out Dunlop’s workshop including shellac 78’s, old journals, wooden boxes, rusty screws & bolts, old medicine bottles, a pipe, a walking stick, pince-nez, two ale tankards, microscope, two fire guards, box of tools including a huge G-clamp, old radio … the list goes on.
Our man spent a good minute or so going through a kind of slow, thoughtful ‘pricing dance’ around the huge pile of tat & finally declared with confidence ‘£20 for the lot’.
Seemed like a bargain to me.
Filling out the receipt he said ‘Props?’
So you see he’s no fool, knows his market.
I like that very much indeed.