Enjoying a lovely little afternoon break from lesson planning by looking through some old photos. 

Whilst reading a personal account of the lives of my grandparents. 

I bought these books as gifts for them a few years ago. They have finally completed and passed them back to me.  These books are available on Amazon and are a really lovely idea. It gives your loved ones the opportunity to tell you things about them that you could have never imagined. 

One story from my Nanny's book, tells of how as a child she used to sell firewood with her best friend. But she had to keep it a secret from my Great Grandmother, as the friend was of gypsy origin and my Great Grandmother disapproved! 

I think I might get one for everybody! 

Let me introduce you to a little French acrobat, Monsieur Moustache ... 

My uncle returned from the South of France with him, one summer, when I was a little girl. 

Initially, I found him a little scary and I didn't like him much. But over time I've grown to appreciate his stern expression and whimsical ways. How could you not love a grumpy man jumping about in retro swimwear?! 

Postman's Park is located in a hidden spot in Central London. It's a relatively short distance from St.Pauls (if you don't get lost first). 

Postman's Park is a memorial to people in London, who have died in the pursuit of saving the lives of others. 

The memorials are a tribute to a select few, ranging from the Victorian period to the modern day. The experience is very humbling and little Henry will melt your heart. R.I.P.

 I orginally came across the park on a first date and despite how amazing it is, it's probably more second or third date material ;) 

This tin belonged to my Grandfather, George. 

I never knew George, he died before I was born. Despite this, he has been an important part of life. The impact that he had on my own father was immense and I was always told how proud he would have been of me. 

Much like the man on the tin, I have been told that he was a gentleman. I also know that he was passionate about his occupation as a pilot in the RAF. 

Most of the trinkets and momentos that my family have held onto surround his career in aviation; medals, flight log books, dog tags. But for me, it's the little black and white photos of him with his pals, that give me a real insight. Always a whisky in hand and a sideways smile with a very evident twinkle in his eye. 

I have a sneaky suspicion that he was a real charmer. I wish I could have met him. But I'm so glad I have this little tin. 

In an earlier post, I spoke about how I prefer to see old objects given a use, rather than placed in a cabinet and receive an occasional dusting. 

I find it interesting to see how old, unwanted and often broken objects can,  be given a new lease of life when reimagined by a new owner. 

The Ruins Bars in Budapest, Hungary,  is a place where you can see this philosophy in action. Everything has been found and given a new sense of purpose. The bar is a truly spectacular, piece of art. 

What can I say, I love it. 

I grew up in Yorkshire and one of my favourite places to visit when I'm back in the area is the 'Harrogate Antique Centre'. 

http://www.crimplehall.co.uk/antiques 

I cannot leave Yorkshire without paying this establishment a visit. Needless to say, that I always end up struggling on the train back down to London with some awkward, fragile, definitely too big for my suitcase  treasure. 

The venue itself has a vast array of collectibles suitable for customers with either a modest or large budget. Personally, I like to find and purchase objects that can be used again, either for its original intention or for an entirely new purpose. 

Over my visits I have purchased items for my home, gifts and even centre pieces for my wedding! These have included cat vase (no, you're right my husband does not approve!) , poison bottles, Chic French Tins, China, WW1 Binoculars. My favourite find was discovered when I bought a cute little piano trinket box for just £1. When I opened it I found a mini borrower sized 'Laurel' razor and blade hiding inside. It is so tiny I honestly think it must have belonged to a fairy or some other tiny magical creature! 

If you are ever in the area you must have a look, there is also a brilliant cafe adjoining the centre, making it a lovely little afternoon out! 

 

If you are curious about oddities and have a taste for the bizarre, then 'The last Tuesday society' is well worth a visit. 

Located in Hackney, Viktor Wynd's emporium of wonder is ram packed with eccentric goods. The selection includes; insect taxidermy, skeletons and even, celebrity poo.

Viktor describes himself as a dandy and his museum is his life's work.  If you are lucky enough, Viktor will even give you a personal tour. You can see his absolute relish as he describes the history and his acquisition of his astonishing collection.

The emporium itself consists of 2 rooms, however is crammed to the brim with goodies. I would highly recommend a visit and his book is also one for your Christmas list too!