String is always around the shed, but the shilling stays at home...
But, when we took over the big allotment around ten years ago, while sorting out the weeds, grass etc, I kicked at something which I thought was a stone but picking it up, found that it was a gorgeous, old-fashioned bone-handled pruning knife, a bit dirty, as sharp as a razor, but an established make, so easily cleaned up to look like new!
It's now in the shed somewhere...