Springs Tins

I was chatting to my dearly beloved over lunch about blipfoto (as you do). Thanks to a blipping friend I found out about the week's challenges and apparently the current challenge is Spring ('s' in my case.) I mused that we might get a picture of Margaret's lambs springing in the fields we pass on this afternoon's dog walk but in view of the dreary weather, perhaps not. Oh, says he, I have a box of springs in the shed, well he would. I think the contents of these boxes goes back not only to his father but his grandfather too. It was too good to miss I thought so here they are. There is something rather nice about having stuff like this to hand, after all, you never know when you are going to need a spring!
(I crawl a little closer to a better understanding of the machinations of Blipfoto.)