Pocket watch for Dad

I was lucky enough to be stationed at RAF Chicksands near Bedford in England from 1985 to 1987, where I bought this pocket watch as a birthday gift for my Dad. He never had any occasion to carry a pocket watch, of course, and I have no idea what he did with it, other than put it in a drawer for safe-keeping.

A previous owner has rather carefully painted a pastoral scene across the face of the watch: a few sheep beside a stream, a church in the background surrounded by trees, a partly cloudy sky. I wanted a gift that said 'England' and this seemed to fit the bill.

My father passed away about six or eight years later and the watch came back to me.