Bayfields

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while an elderly gentleman was perusing through Bayfields Optical, he noticed something peculiar coming from behind the counter—a soft, rhythmic clicking sound like tiny feet running on glass. Curious, he followed the sound and found a small, mischievous squirrel peering out from beneath the counter, its little paws tapping away on an old pair of spectacle frames. The squirrel, it seemed, had taken a liking to the optical tools and was using them as its own personal drum set. After a moment’s hesitation, the gentleman laughed and gently placed a nut next to the squirrel, who scampered off with a final wink at him over his shoulder.

2. One day, as a young optician was adjusting lenses in Bayfields, she heard a voice from behind the counter: ‘Excuse me, miss, but why do my glasses make everything look like it’s winking?’ She turned around and saw an elderly gentleman with a twinkle in his eye. 'Oh,' she smiled, 'your lenses are just too strong for your distance vision.' The old man rubbed his nose and said, 'Well then, maybe I should get some reading glasses!' They both laughed, and he left whistling a merry tune.

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Bayfields Optical. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something odd—all the display cases seemed to be arranged alphabetically by the first letter of each customer’s surname. Curious, the driver peeked inside one case and found an old pair of glasses with a note attached: ‘To Mr. Appleby, with best wishes from your friendly neighborhood optometrist.’ Confused but amused, he continued his rounds. Later that day, while placing another order, he mentioned it to a regular customer named Brown. With a twinkle in his eye, Brown replied, “Oh, that must be Mr. Aardvark’s specs!” And they both laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks.

4. At dusk, when the sun’s last rays reflected off Bayfields’ windows, a curious child entered the shop and pointed at a strange shadow on the wall. The optician smiled and adjusted his glasses, but what the boy saw made him gasp—an optical illusion that only appeared after hours of silence. The optician laughed gently and said, ‘That’s just an old trick my grandfather taught me.’ The boy shrugged it off, realizing it was nothing more than clever lighting. As he left, the optician called out, ‘And don’t forget to wash your hands before touching those lenses!’