The Key

I don't know what it is about old keys but they've always fascinated me. I thnk it's the whole, idea of secret rooms and hidden boxes that were always in fairy stories. The unknown and what lies therein. Like The Secret Garden.

Anyway, my sister and I both have a key like this, although I didn't know she had one until a couple of years ago. I believe they may have come from a church in the heart of London. Our father was the caretaker and beadle of the church and I can only presume that when they modernised the locks he may have kept the old keys.

I'm glad he did as they may have been lost forever, and I wouldn't have the opportunity every time I hold it to be able to let my imagination wander, and think of the Princess locked in the tower,or the secret room in the Victorian house, or the chest that once unlocked will lead to treasure beyond our imagination.