As a consequence of collecting barbed wire, I have also had to become a thimble collector
I never have a dull moment, especially when I'm practicing my Morris Dancing upstairs, and my wife jokingly threatens to shove my thimble collection where the sun don't shine, it could be worse I suppose, she might ram barbed wire up my
Horizontal studies. I used to do line-dancing but they've taken the rails away. I see you have the 1943 version of the wire used at the prison camp for runaway toffee apples in Utter Mungoonia Baz. Thats worth its weight in margarine.