Back in 1920....

....this would have been the type of toy that a young, adventurous, reckless Manchester lad may have enjoyed playing with. He may have loved his horse and cart so much that a couple of the legs eventually broke off the horse.

Throughout the years, this Manchester lad may have grown into a young man, married, joined the army and fought in the Second World War, he and his toy horse and cart both surviving to tell the tale.

When his three daughters were born, he would never have dreamed of allowing them to play with his toy, nor would he dream of leaving it behind, years later, when he emigrated with his family to Australia.

Even his youngest daughter, born in Australia, may never have had the opportunity to so much as touch her father's beloved toy horse and cart, he valued it so.

As the Manchester lad grew older, he may have needed to find a care-taker for this well-loved, well-travelled toy of his and knowing his youngest daughter as he did, he may have passed this toy onto her, to cherish it for him when he no longer could.

You know what happens on a dull, wet weather day in blipland? You have certain indoors blips lined up, for when the day is so dull it almost seems like the night has continued throughout the day. Today is one of those days, so I share with you a value-less, yet price-less toy, which once belonged to my dear dad, the reckless Manchester lad of yesteryear.