Consigned

Up at granny B's. I decided to finally clear her garage of the remains model aeroplanes I built when I was a lad - probably between 1973 and 1981. The kids set to with a hammer and a couple of golf clubs (where did the golf clubs come from?).
The irony being that I think golf is about the crappiest and weirdest thing you can do on an open green space, but that a good deal of the models were probably built using proceeds I prostituted myself for by caddying around the local golf links as a schoolboy (50p a round was the going rate).