Archaeology

I'm at my mum's today because tomorrow we're going on holiday to Mull for a week. This is the house that I grew up in and when I wandered out to the garden in the afternoon I found evidence of me and my brothers' ancient history in the form of a couple of rusting toy cars nestled beneath a small tree. These most likely belonged to my older brother. My mum is planning to put the house up for sale in a couple of months time, so the toy cars will, I'm sure, be removed once new owners move in. But for now, I'm quite pleased that this archaeology of my childhood remains.