When I was growing up it looked to some degree like this and it was that I recalled when I spotted this postcard a decade ago.
During the 1970’s and 1980’s when my stamp collecting was going full force there was a stamp shop in the row of shops on the approach to the station entrance. I am sure it was owned by a chap called John. Whatever he was called he was always welcoming and I usually left with some goodies and still have the pair of stamp tweezers he gave me thirty years ago.
Once or twice I talked to Mum, should I part with the collection. Nothing especially valuable, and Mum would always say the same thing, “they are yours and it is up to you.” Each time I would just have one last look through before parting with them, but find myself putting them back in the case, which is why I still have them today and why this blog has come into existence.