There were 17 windows originally. Most of them had some damage - broken and missing glass here and there. The glass is from the 1920s, and you can't quite match the colours and textures nowadays.
Though they did clutter up the garden for several years, it was a piece of good luck to get all this glass more or less intact and usable.
A few years ago, a Victorian pub in Chesterfield was being gutted and refurbished. It had huge glass panels in all the ground floor windows, each over 2m tall. There were 8 panels, and they were glorious. Victorian glass, all matching, beautifully made, gorgeously rich. They were art.
Driving through, I saw a skip at the roadside. I could see two panels still in place. Set on rescuing them, I found the nearest place to park. Parking in Chesterfield is tricky: you often have to park in Barnsley and get a train back. I ran to the pub just in time to see four guys throwing the last panel into the skip with a crash and the sound of breaking hearts.
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