Chess is not a game I ever really got the hang of.
I vaguely remember being taught how to play it when I was small, but it was a bit too cerebral for my liking. I was more of a draughts/noughts and crosses/hangman sort of child.
Recently, in a gallery (which was also a tearoom, and I admit that I went there more for the comestibles than the artwork) I saw something that renewed my interest in chess.
Perhaps if I’d been taught chess with these little chaps I would remember now how to play it. (Apologies for the glare, they were behind glass.)
The board and sheep pieces are needlefelt and the whole delightful lot could be yours for the bargain price of £135.
I especially like the bishops.