The tiny roadster ...

I held one of Wallace's toy cars - 

Each morning, after breakfast, he'd steer the tiny red roadster along the arm of the sofa - 

He'd murmur gentle Chrevolet sounds - 

Then he'd stand back, looking at his fleet of cars -

Dere he'd say, smiling - 

Dere - 

08.00

Friday 2 October 2018

The Old School House 

East Stoke

Dorset