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Vintage Travel Memories

A few summers ago in the Cornish seaside town of Tintagel I bought my first metal tin sign. I have been hooked since. Every place that we travel to I keep my eyes peeled for retro postcards and tin plaques. Postcards are the poor man’s option. They cost a fraction of metal tin signs which can be priced high depending upon where you find yourself. Mostly, because you cannot buy just one.

This weekend while rummaging through a box, I came upon a bunch of postcards that I got during our various travels in Europe and England. I should not probably try and put a number to them because there are hundreds of them. Some day they shall go up on the wall of a library in our future nest. I have plans for them. A bit of daydreaming feels good. Rather on the lines of creating hygge in the mind, that Danish word for eking out pleasure from the ordinary, everyday things in life. It is one of the nicest concepts to come out of the end of last year, don’t you think? Winter seems more alive with it. Anyway, I shall leave you to enjoy Saturday with these few.

What happens when you chase bulls



I shall post a few every weekend because why not bring some vintage loving into our lives. As the Irish playwright Oliver Goldsmith put it, ‘I love everything that is old; old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines’.






Hit me up, buttercup

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