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I was reminded that charity shops, the ubiquitous feature of every British high street, to whom people donate their unwanted treasures, and those of their deceased loved-ones, throw any pocket knives they find in the bin or otherwise have them destroyed, so gradually depleting the number of old knives available.
You have only to look at the transparent amnesty bins in airports to fill your heart with woe.
Jack, I'm sure I remember my old man preaching in Ripon (although not in the cathedral, in a little Methodist church nearby) when I was young. We lived in Hull at the time. Dad had three churches, one in Wawne, one in Bransholme and one in Sutton-on-hull where we lived. I have no idea why he might have been preaching miles away in Ripon, but I'm sure he did.
If you happen to visit 'ull (I can understand why you might miss it out) on your quest, take a little trip to paragon square and see if there is still a gunsmiths there. I think it was called Duncan's. A mate and I used to spend hours staring through the window at the pocket knives, guns, catapults, crossbows and other lethal what-not when I was a lad. I got my first SAK from there when I was ten, a waiter, which I still have.
Great write up, great read, great quest.
Paul