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Originally Posted by K
They all give a strange sense of satisfaction and often make you feel like your Dad or Grandad...
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Now that evokes memories of wandering down to the bottom of the garden, past the rhubarb and air raid shelter to my grandads shed, (which was a railway carridge, never explained), with instructions to wrap up warm, dont get in his way and tell him to come in for his tea.
Here was a new universe, bits of motorbikes everywhere, stuff from the war like gas masks, tank sights and ammo cases, tools wrapped up in oily rags, everything in different jars. Just being allowed to hold something while he did something that made sparks or spun round was exiting.