I Dream of Days Gone By

I collect postcards.

Not just any postcards, but ones of my home town. Ones of my home town, preferably pre1960.

This is one of my less favourites. Not because it isn't a pleasing scene, or one that is too familiar, or because it is black and White, but because it is unused.

That to me is the most exciting part of the postcard. The little insight into someones life contained in a little scribble.

' so peaceful here, no bomb blasts' reads one. People were evacuated to Troon in the war. Touching a card like that is like touching a piece of history and I like that!