Picture evenings like today, with the autumn days drawing in, the fire logs burning brightly, the dog hoarding as much of the warmth as he can and his master bending down to light the rushlight that’s been placed into the top of the stool with one pushed into the hole in the stools seat side. Got the picture ? Now this is where this stool spent its days with burn marks to prove it. A charming and rare piece of vernacular history. This stool, incidentally, came from the same farm as the next stool with the whittling knife blade. I would like to keep them together so anyone interested in both the deal will be made sweeter.