28th
July
2015
My own sandpit
Children used to choose their friends carefully. For a boy, that included finding a family that kept a treasure chest, filled with Dinky and Matchbox toys. Cars were good, and construction toys were even better. Coupled with an impromptu sandbox (or the dirt beside the back doorstep), we worked out our fantasies of roadbuilding. Imagine, then, the flashback that came for me, when I looked out into my back yard today and saw this view.
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