After 8 years in East Leeds, Windsor & Willow is relocating to West Riding.

The decanters in this collection are not making the journey. Every piece has been reduced to a final price. Not because there is anything wrong with them, but because a warehouse move has a deadline, and these pieces deserve to find a home before the doors close.

I choose them the same way I choose everything else. By asking whether the piece carries a feeling, and not only a function.

And there is something I have learned in these eight years. The women who shop with us almost never buy for one person only.

There is her husband, who has been receiving safe gifts for years. There is her father, who no longer asks for anything. There is her brother, who turned 60 this year and got a card. There is her son, who has his own house now. There is the friend who was left on his own in February.

That is why we built the pricing of this collection the way they actually need it. Not so they choose one. So they can finally cross several names off the list they have been carrying in their heads.

Two decanters, 10% off. The husband and the father. Three decanters, 15% off. The father, the brother and the son. Four, 20%. Five, 25%.

There are no restocks. When it's gone, it's gone. The moving sale ends today, and these pieces do not travel with us to West Riding.

Catherine Willow, Founder of Windsor & Willow Boutique.
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What he didn't have to say.


Thirty-one years on the diggers before my back gave out. Nobody talks about that work once you've stopped doing it. Helen gave me this last Tuesday. Said she'd been looking for the right one for months. I'm not a man for words but I held her hand a long while.


Derek, 83 · County Durham

What he didn't have to say.

The grandchildren came running before I'd even unwrapped it. The little one wanted to know if it really worked. I told him it was for looking at, not driving. He didn't believe me. Sarah had remembered I drove tractors as a lad in Cumbria. Fifty years and she remembered.

Malcolm, 76 · Cumbria

What he didn't have to say.

I had a Harley in 1968. Sold it when our first was on the way. Edith found this on a Tuesday afternoon when I was at the doctor's. I'm 84 next month. I don't cry as a rule. She just sat with me whilst I did. She knew before I did.

Keith, 70 · Sheffield

What he didn't have to say.

Forty-two years on Saturday. I'd got her flowers, same as every year. She handed me this and a card and I went a bit. Couldn't help it. I farmed that land for thirty years before we sold up. She'd kept that part of me whilst I was forgetting it myself.

Roy, 73 · Northumberland

What he didn't have to say.

Eileen was just back from the shops when I had it out under the hall light. I'd been a Star Wars lad since 1977 and never told a soul. Apparently I'd told her, once, in passing, decades ago. She'd been holding onto that. I didn't know what to say.

Trevor, 68 · Lancashire

What he didn't have to say.

My mate Brian came round to look at it and he didn't speak for a full minute. Just turned it in his hands. He's not the sort to make a fuss of anything. When he finally said it was a proper piece, I knew. Margaret picked it. She picks better than I deserve, frankly.

Geoffrey, 71 · North Yorkshire

What he didn't have to say.

She did all three of us in one go. My brother Arthur, our sister Elizabeth's husband, and me. The Mustangs were because Dad had one before any of us were born. None of us had mentioned that car in years. She'd been waiting for the right moment, I expect. She got it.

Thomas, 64 · Yorkshire Dales

What he didn't have to say.

Our David brought it round on Sunday. Said it was from him and his sister, but I know whose idea it was. He'd never have thought of the tractor on his own. His dad farmed all his life, you see. David held it the way his father used to hold a pint. Couldn't speak for a bit.

Doreen, 79, on behalf of Frank · West Yorkshire