This self-sculptured candle holder reminded me of Miss Havisham, the wealthy spinster, once jilted at the altar, who insists on wearing her wedding dress for the rest of her life and lives in a ruined mansion.
I was at the Thirroul railway station and Iris was there with bike and cycling gear. I asked if I could take a photograph as the train approached.. she acquiesced and turned to take the bike onto the train behind us
