I found these toys when I was digging off the old lawn the other week. They are all toys belonging to our two lads when they played there during their childhood.
There is a plastic cow, plastic hay bales, a gun, cars, tea spoons and a plastic horse. I placed them on the downstairs bathroom window sill. The window frames them in a way. Modern art or sentimental items from childhood past?
I once knew a man who kept all his children's old bicycles, toy tractors, prams under his conifer hedge. Said he hadn't got the heart to throw them away. Now I know what he means. Childhood is so very short. Perhaps the Tate Modern will buy my display? What do you think?